She was about eighteen, he thought.
Showing him how to write a CV
This was his new life
Welcome to it
Right Sir, let's get the major stuff down first
What was your last job
CIA wet boy
He really shouldn’t have said that
She wouldn’t know anyway, who cared
You would be able to kill my father then, quiet like
He looked straight into her eyes, serious eyes
Why would you want to kill your father
He has lots of money that I would like to inherit
When you say lots, what would that mean
Enough for me to pay you one hundred thousand dollars
Don’t you have a boyfriend who would do it for free
Yes, but he doesn’t have your CV.
Comments5
Enjoyed reading this fun piece.
Sorry to read you've got this covid thing, hope you fully recover very soon.
All my CV says is "writes silly poems".
Mine says that too. lol
a friend of mine
had to sign-up at the local job centre
cos his company collapsed in 2008,
maybe a few month's before he reached retirement
and for those months
the sht they made him go through
re-training schemes alongside teens
homework like assignments
and on and on;
luckily, back then
I had my own thing
so I just signed some papers
told them
he was doing some work placement thing with me
until
eventually, he reached his retirement age and could be free..
(they would call it Fraud
I call it, the humanity within me!)
I hated them
for how low they made him feel, during those months
a working man, for his entire life
but this handful months!
I bet he ha d a few murderous thoughts when doing
his weekly CV interviews/ interrogations
It really is bloody demeaning to people, tick box exercises to keep the public in check.
You can see why people throw themselves off bridges.
Such a witty poetry
Quite engaging dear Poet
You need a laugh now and again.
Sorry to hear that you’re down with Covid. But you’re still funny! Get well soon.
Applied for a job as Typhoid Mary, I'm going down a bundle, and so are others. lol
Wonderful fun write Paul, my first laugh of the day - thank you.
Andy
And the day is young.
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