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The job center

“Number 27 …

please just take a seat,

i won’t keep you a minute ,

i’ve been rushed off my feet…

let me just click in a few details

that tell me all about you…

i’msure we’l be able to find a job for you…

now tell me what is that you do?…”

 

“I’m a poet.”

that sure wiped the smile aff her face…

deadly scilence

then  she said…

“ooo k…

i’ll click the button & do a job trace…”

Then she gave me a look like that said

are you taking the piss…

leaving no doubt in my mind she was perhaps a little miffed!!

so she clicks on her keyboard & starts tapping her pen

& wi a hint of sarcasim says…

“we don’t get much calling for them…

we got  factory workers, shop assistants & sum tele sales,

& oppertunites for work exeriance wi a charity that saving wales

direct sales canvessars for widows & doors…

teachers, cleaners plumers & apprentices to lay floors…

drivers, macanics, a supermaket staff, doctors & solicitors

& dentists too… but not a single oppetrunty for a poet could i offer to you!”

So I just smiled at her politly & an said oh well… thats okay…

I’ll keep looking …

& come back and see you some other day…

 

 

 

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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