I was never one for shaking hands and schmoozing
with people in ties and power-suits,
acting like I’m really interested
in their company. Who wants to be
painting smiles on their face
all the time?
I watched my classmates run around
from one tableclothed fold-out
table to another, holding folders full
of meaningless papers, pretending
they’re really something.
smearing from sweat. Gripping
the hand of the next maybe employer
as if their lives depended on it.