Trotting from the first office.

Trotting from the first office,
Make up still intact,I am so up to hooking a juicy job.
To bring home the daily potato is my prayer.
“Sorry,we just needed s a cutie with experience.”
I hope I can grab it in my next attempt.
The ache of hunger is biting,
So is the ache louder at home.
This little deed of a degree has paid three fold with torment.
“Can we meet after dusk so we can sign your appointment ?”
My thighs shall not be tables
on which contracts are signed…

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Trotting from the first office,
I ought to coil, I ought to back off.
To bring home the daily potato is my prayer.
I ought to drop my bow and arrow,
Aiming higher than experience could ever take me.
As high as hope could dispense my fear,
High above lunatic fringes of promiscuity,
I did prevail with unrelenting resolve.
To hunt till I devour not to be devoured