The Interview

I walk along the busy streets of my city
Running to get to my interview on time
My dress so cute
3 inches above my knee
My high heeled stilettos enhancing elegance
Am sure I’ll land this job

I push the office door open
Everyone stares in awe
Is my look that good?
All the men are salivating
As the women curse.

I get to the panel;
Three men and a stern faced lady
Surely the brain of a man
Triggered by the radiance of a pretty lady,
With my impressive papers,
I was sure I’d land the job.

My confidence is over the roof.
When I see their plastered smiles
As they peruse my papers,
‘Are you sure this job suits you?’
With my head held high
Giving a banana smile I say Yes.
The stern faced lady looks at me
Arrogantly she says,
‘Your papers would have earned you the position
But your minute dress and excessive make-up
Clearly show you are misplaced
I think you lost your way to the hookers den
It’s in the next block.’