Wooden flaws, glass ceilings

Wooden Flaws, Glass Ceilings… (broadcast April 2012) . . There was once a glorious castle, That stood victorious way up high, With towers made of: Metal, Wood, And, Stone, Which rose from far beyond speculation’s eye, . It had many a winding staircase, For elevation was its prize, With ceilings made from purest glass, Which placed a limit upon your sky, . Now you may think I end this sentence, With no landmark in the present, And that a world of make-believe & story, Is paved with allegory & good intentions, . You may think that I watch the pauses between the paragraphs, And the chapters of hesitation, But mind the commas before the career paths, That lead to the full-stops of resignation, . Now I may not exactly be neighbours with Mr Einstein, But I live far away from Mr Stupid, And maybe in believing that love is blind, I’m still awaiting that kiss from cupid, . Yet whenever I hand in my C.V. Where does it always seem to lead me? Through the looking glass with Alice… Or chasing a white rabbit that’s there to tease me? . Now what happens the moment AFTER the second? When an interviewer finishes his last question, Does the smile that greeted me at reception, Close the door with polite rejection? . Some get moved with observation, Some get faded by design, And as for a name with a foreign orientation? Well there’s a shaky ladder for you to climb, . There’s no guest list, No V.I.P. No taste of sacred wine, If your name’s not down, you can’t come in, You may as well be outside the gates… behind the line. . Now I was told that these ceilings confused many people, From their cradles to their graves, Who disbelieved the power of something that’s “see-thru” Doors shall be shut, Desires shall fade, . For this castle’s massaged many an ego, By giving offerings of Placebo, Yet within the echoes of its hallways, There’s always the hint of a mystic Veto, . But a new book opens up new chapters, And a stage can only uphold its actors, For if one man’s ceiling is another man’s flaw, With no support… …the glass can only fracture, . Mr Gee ©April 2012