You Silent Bastards
You lure me in with job descriptions
Full of hope and fun,
You tempt with salary predictions
Nobody would shun.
You call me in for interviews,
That seem to go so well –
But when I wait to hear the news,
I’m left in limbo hell.
It’s crept upon us recently,
This lack of PFOs,
This lack of common decency
To notify the ‘Noes’.
You need an audit of your soul,
For your arrogance acquired –
To see your HR staff as a whole
Could do with being fired !
I know that I could do these jobs damn well
If given the chance,
So do I pass ? But you will never tell,
Not even a glance.
You won’t even admit I exist,
I’m scum to be ignored –
As long as your boxes get ticked off the list,
And your KPI targets scored.
Rhyming Couplets 