Dimple

Turned down yet again

By the selection board

Of this dull and lonely process

I'm getting rather bored

All I simply wanted was 

A new and better job

May be it's too much to ask

And I should shut my gob 

Just wanted to be occupied

Feel useful here and there

Come in each and every day

And have a purposeful air

I like to make a difference

It's just how I think

But obviously my resume

Creates an unpleasant stink

I get the feeling 

That it's all in my name

I could always talk to deed poll

And play a different game

But that's not how I am now 

And it will never be

One thing I can't hold back on

Is being me, me, me

And don't go thinking

I'm after sympathy

This is me just letting off steam

Not a call for empathy

So I'll slink back to my corner

And not be too obsessed

That once again, yet again

The reject button's been pressed