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i didnt write this in class but i kind of like this poem

i wrote it in the beginning/middle of last school year.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
The sound of the “denied” stamp I’m slamming down on all these resumes.
Not a sweet sensation
Nor the most horrible thing ever.
People walk in and out of my office every day
They are drawn by the bright lights and this invisible sign I don’t see
that reads
“We’re desperate”
They line up between the velvet ropes, awaiting their turn to spit their
piece.
“Uhh yeah my name is Jay. You got a dude?”
Clomp. Denied.
“How old are you?”
Clomp. Denied
“Can I get your number?”
Do I even need to tell you what the answer is?
All day, this process continues, with the number of people being Denied
growing to the grand number that it is.
I was getting ill from the thought of one more guy walking in, for me to
take my wooden stamp, smack it in the red ink, and slam it on the
paper…
Clomp.
But then, you walked in.
With your cocky manner, I prepared my denied stamp.
You walked up to me, ever so smoothly, with your crisp jeans and super
fly sneakers. Your shirt had a funny saying on it, it made me laugh on
the inside.
You were 5 steps away from me, I looked at you with wide eyes, trying
hard not to bite my lip. I thought you were going to say the stupidest
thing out your mouth, but I was too distracted on what you said because
I couldn’t think about anything but that luminous smile of yours. There
was something about your charm that just brought me in, waist deep, into
your ocean of passion.
I didn’t even need to hear what you said.
I could be deaf and hear everything I needed to in your eyes.
I looked in my desk for my approved stamp, but of course it was no where
to be found when needed.
Then I sat back and thought about it, I don’t need an ink stamp to tell
you how much I adore, how much I feel for you, how great I think you and
me can be together.
I stood up from behind my desk and slowly walked over to you, with my
heart racing 3 times as fast as my foot steps.
We stood face to face, I took a breath.
“Do you want the job?” I asked in my softest voice. Hoping you would say
the right answer, you didn’t let me down at all. “Of course”
To replace my Approved stamp, I knew what would be the perfect
substitution.
I looked into your eyes, leaned in ever so slowly, and kissed you. Not
only was it magic baby, but, it was the best stamp to tell you that you
were Approved.