

In my twenties?  Far from it, alas,
but don't allude to any boom or generation.
Tell him:  I am considering dislocating
and looking to know what's out there. 
Tell him:  I've many years' experience in the capacity, 
am willing to clock undertime, 
am willing to call him maestro general. 
I will take down what he dictates, 
though not in blackletter, 
do his expenses with the utmost congruence. 
Tell him:  I understand fully
that this place is not that place, 
that compensation, benefits, perquisites
are of a different order. 
I've noticed that even the uniform is different, 
triangle shirtwaists being the standard here, 
little bright gloves. 
Tell him:  I can squeeze into those.
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