He was disinterested as we sat down on his sofa
We must at the very least pretend to appear important
They interviewed us for two minuted and the president blinked
Overzealous I told him of my ambitions
Ever get the feeling when you bore others, somewhere someone dies
We went downstairs to wait for the next part of the tour
The lobby was fancy and they had hired serious faced people
To walk in and out of their offices denying entry
Even with all of the documents and proof of paid permission
We stood by the large window waiting for the next rejection
It was formal and polite it felt like restaurant food
I needed a napkin to clean my lips
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