Just got out of bed, feeling a bit fried
Interview later, I wonder if I’ll be hired
The cat slept with us, and now he’s yowling
Though he’s been fed, he thinks his tummy’s still growling
Curled up on the couch, heater in my face
I’m anxious about this employment race
It’s hard to talk myself up when I’m so iffy
But I’ll clean myself up, looking so spiffy
I’ll cage up the thoughts that hold me back
And when I get home, I’ll have a panic attack
As long as I can hold it until after I’m done
I’ll nail this appointment, and then I’ll have won.