Objective Statement

He’s standing by the freezer, looking old,

buying a burrito, frozen and cold.

His tie has got a mustard-colored stain,

the same one that he wore to cause me pain.

He said I lacked the drive to make the grade,

while I sat there, shaking and afraid.

I saw my resume later in the trash,

folded like a plane before the crash.

He doesn't see me now, he’s just a guy,

checking for a price and rubbing at his eye.