I stand among a descent crowd
With weathered paper
against my brow
The heat of summer
Outside to wait
Nothing I can do but breath
Three slots of job for vacancy
Against these hundreds waiting CV
I read each mind counting the day
Claiming the job the same as me
As soon I heard my name was called
Submitting CV tiring my day
Preparing great to scented dress
But in the end of day
It's only CV is required of me
©marichu
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