The New Recruit

[aramae]

I see you standing in the doorway
In your crisp pressed suit
So nervous yet so confident
You’re the latest new recruit

Polished to perfection
Preened and clipped and sheared
Ready to take the world on
To be admired, to be feared.

Everything about you calculated
Planned and pre arranged
Just off the production line
Nothing altered, nothing changed

You’ve made a good impression
You’ll do just as your told
You’ll do your bit, and God forbid
That you should break the mould.