Picking a Job ~ Bob Kesh

‘pick a job,’ they said.

‘any job.

don’t be afraid,

use your imagination,

be as wild as you want.

now write them down.’

 

‘alright’ i said.

 

1.

‘president of whiskey.’

 

‘no, no,’ they laughed.

‘you can’t be the president of whiskey.

what would you do?’

 

‘i would be president.’

 

‘ok,’ they said,

‘let’s try another one.’

 

‘alright’ i said.

 

2.

‘beautiful woman tester’

 

‘no, no,’ they said,

‘i don’t think you understand the exercise.’

 

‘sure,’ i said,

‘i have to pick a job.’

 

‘yes,

but these aren’t real jobs.’

 

‘they are to me.’

 

‘ok,’ they said,

‘let’s move on to someone else.’

bobkesh

A writer and musician from London currently studying at the Faber Academy. Generally nocturnal, he can be found indulging in all the pleasures and pains of the night.

Contact him at bobkesh @ hotmail . co .uk (with no spaces)

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