Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 49,953 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Window Dressers - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

More talk is heard,
From those desiring...
Higher education.
With wishes that a common sense,
Is something studied...
To obtain the meaning of it.

Wishes to walk through college corridors,
To find many nodding...
From lectures to test to achieve high scores,
Bores those who believe this need abhors.
And all they really seek to get,
Are credits to document...
An approval that consents,
Of them finally arriving to achieve common sense.

And those sitting to debate ways to create jobs,
Discover more unqualified...
With discipline that identtifies,
How to sweep or mop a floor.
Or knowledgeable enough to do simple chores.
And yet they expect lucrative paying positions to get.

'I have earned masters degrees.
In both 'Economics' and 'Sociology'.

~That's great.
But today we seek to fill openings,
In fashion design, law enforcement...
Community organizers, corn poppers,
And window dressers to make impressions.

And this is confidential information,
If you should happen to have...
Any tap dance experienceat all,
We would welcome that to be considered...
For a second interview.

These days...
Being able to entertain 'and' engaging,
Helps us to determine the appropriate candidate.
Help us to help you,
Not to appear too overqualified.~

'I am doing my best,
Not to show you I am appalled.'

~That's wonderful.
Having that kind of discipline,
Goes a long way.
And who knows...
One day you just may get to enjoy,
Taking requests to dance AND getting paid for it.~

I never thought of it that way.
I can sing, dance and tell a few jokes too.'

~I'm not seeking to be replaced.
Not yet.
Between me and you,
Let's first get through the second interview.
And try your best not to speak too intelligently.
Looking good and appealing is enough.~

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Window Dressers by Lawrence S. Pertillar

  • Kelly Kurt (3/27/2015 6:06:00 PM)

    A sad but sickeningly accurate commentary on the state of western civilization. Society's priorities and media's relentless bombardment with vanity and undue coverage of the puerile, leaves behind the path of substance and weakens our backbone.
    Thank you, sir, for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

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