Her Leverage Poem by Randy McClave

We both applied for the very same job her and I
She wore a short skirt and high-heels and I wore a suit and a tie,
There we both sat with a hope and excitement to get that job
But, unfortunately one would be accepted and then she began to sob.
Our resumes were almost identical they both were about the same
So, for that job we both applied for and to the interview we came,
We both had our dreams and our desires and our hopes
And to acquire it we both were prepared to learn all the ropes.
I told the interviewer where I would like to see myself in 5 years
She gave the same answer as me, but with a smile and happy tears,
For that job I told the interviewer that I was prepared to beg
And when he asked her, she just smiled and then crossed her leg.
The interviewer then asked me could I take company trips
I said yes I could, and her answer was the same as she wetted her lips,
Then I was asked if I could or would I be able to work the weekends
I told him that I could because I am not in a relationship and I have not that many friends.
The interviewer then asked her if she could work many long hours
She also said that she could, because she has no man to bring her flowers,
The interviewer then with a smile said the interview was about finished
Then he asked us if we had anything to say before our thoughts are diminished.
I then told the interviewer that I had nothing more to say or to add
And that I was very happy and enthused for the interview we just had,
Then I knew that she'd get the job because of her leverage
Because, when she stood, she took a deep breath and showed off her cleavage.

Randy L. McClave