Unbelievable Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unbelievable



Unbelievable

Resume in my hand
I drove and drove
door to door
Explored.

The replies different
Some of them straight
Some played poker games
And final:
“I wanted…” then waited
“I have just employed…”

I looked on; he had call:
“Accident? How happened? ”
I kept out.

“Can you come sharp at five? ”
He questioned;
I replaced the caller, prior…

Sunday, September 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: unemployment
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