SELL THYSELF
You must sell yourself, adjures Head of School,
a squeers for detail, crudded in
Commerce cred.
Coalfacers creakling criteria,
balloons of missionspiel,
elbow for Freddo Frogs up ladders of
P.D. (Ed.).
There’s no such thing as B+
‘Seems’, madam? Nay, it is.
I know not ‘seems’ . . .
Drafts must be chased, checked,
churned without fail.
The Bored Studs avows one single,
solitary draft,
which I interpret as one draft for
lingual control,
one for vocab,
one form, content, intent, extent, craft . . .
How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card
Or equivocation will undo us.
Change your
image, Head emails Senior Humanities,
who, stricken,
juvenates as Henry Bucks dummy:
hairpiece
tinted russet, forelock tipped magenta
ultra-kool but
no Borgia for hidden agendas.
Renaissance
Man lies a-dyeing
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of
you.
Merv, trotting
with clipboard, Phiz Ed dynamo
- facts, fax,
facts, a gloss of glyphics -
Health and
Hygiene Himself, exercising his ego,
prodding
dotheboys through showers steamy then frigid,
with glazed
eye and sodden Leviticus.
Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
Behind the
Head’s arras, the Chaplain, a gowned greaser,
Intoning Tone and Morale, Parking
Perks for the Executive,
Homework Ethics and Uniform Conformity that middle
tackers
freak at shadows of vampire wings beating up the
crucifix.
Thou shalt button up on pain of det.
. . . if gold ruste, what shal iren do?
Sell yourself,
says Careers.
Michael Small
April 22-May 17, 2003
pub. LiNQ, vol.31, no.1 James
Cook University, Queensland, Australia,
May, 2004
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