october 6- persona poem

Be me
23 years old
Eating spaghetti at mom's place one night
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Go home
Wake up next morning
Feel terrible
Figure out I just ate too much spaghetti last night
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Anyways, prepping for big job interview to be bomber pilot
Put on lucky sweater
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Drive to building
Place looks like heaven, even though it's just air force recruiters office
Get out of car, almost fall
Whatever I can get to the place fine
Get in building
Jesus Christ they have this place at like 100 degrees
Stomach still feels like its cooking meth
Oh well I want this job
Go to receptionist
Give her my name
She says 7th floor
Stairs and elevator broken, take the ladder
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Haven't worked out in years
Climb up ladder, all seven stories
Finally get to the place
Arms tired as hell
Sit down in office
Start talking
Its going good
suddenly stomach doesn't want this job
Puke out spaghetti
Go to clean my self
Collapse from nervous knees
Finally get up
Cant turn knob, palms so sweaty
Look back at employer
Somehow still look semi-confident
Knees weak
Arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs.