It’s purely professional.

Nothing to do

With you or me,

my likes

or dislikes

of your style of dress

or pattern of speech.

It is outside the

narrow

confines of my

struggle with your

personality,

No,

This is, purely professional.

It’s complicated.

Promotions, demotions,

shifting left and right.

I am not your man

or woman,

You aren’t it,

this time.

Someone else,

and

again,

to emphasise;

Your teeth are good,

shoes OK,

Even your hair,

that could very much do with a wash

Is not a factor;

Heck,

your love of the game, your

appreciation of West End Musicals,

has nothing,

whatsoever

To do with the process

the selection (selectzia)

Which is dumb (numb, hollow, dead)

To such things.

Appeal?

I wouldn’t bother

After all,

You have to think about the

>implications<

repercussions,

consequences of grassing

me

or my boss

to some other person,

It could come back,

It could

reflect on you negatively,

not that I am saying

Don’t

Just,

Merely,

expressing my preferences

For you

Professionally.

All is equal in love and war

and recruitment.

You,

Were once my guy,

and now not,

now

The sun is shining

elsewhere.

Remember, remember, before this began?

When I was as much of a naïve shmo as you

and you,

heck,

that wasn’t yesterday.

And, how far we’ve come.

Some more than others, and

hopefully,

with some good grace,

you’ll get there eventually.

Perhaps

You need to rehearse

Your interview

Technique

or boost your CV

Make yourself

More

Presentable,

More attractive to the middle-ground.

Mahayana, that’s it.