angelchicken | (no subject)

My nails are red,
My eyebrows are waxed,
Résumé updated
And, thankfully, faxed.*

I'm ready for bed,
And I want to sleep,
But thoughts in my head
Make me want to freak. **

Will I be poised?
Coherent? Stand tall?
Do I have what it takes?
Do I have it at all?

I want to kick ass
And show them I'm it
Make them beg just to hire me,
Show them I'm hot shit!

But let's say I get
A 'yes' from G.I.A?
Is that enough
to make me stay?

I want to go back-
Illinois is my home!
Mom, Jen and David
With them I belong.**

The money they offer
is really quite bad.
But health and my G.G.
Refuse? I'd be mad!!

The one thing I know,
I'm certain, it's true
Leaving RGBC's
Something I must do!

Big changes are hard!
And leave me distraught!
Will I make the right the right choices?
What if they're not?

I'm stressed and I'm harried,
I want to look good.
And sound like I know that
There's stuff 'neath my hood.

So I'll read AU Spuffy
And try to ignore
The niggling of worry
The ominous door.

What's next in my life?
Do I have a clue?
Will I move to Tibet?
Maybe Timbuktu?

Tomorrow will be
An interesting day
And I hope and I pray
it goes the right way.

I need a job
That gives me respect
And makes me feel useful
Not like some dumb drek.

I'm now low on rhymes,
Know not what comes next.
I wish that I had
Some sort of text.

My fingers are crossed
I've practiced my stuff,
I just really hope
that it is enough.

So maybe a thought
And finger crossing?
No imposition!
Not being bossy.**

So good night you guys
I'll keep you abreast
Whew, leaving Rock Group
A weight off my chest!

*Mwah!*

*actually e-mailed, but that didn't rhyme.
** Slant rhyme. Perfectly valid use of rhyme. Don't believe me? Ask Professor Sicker. Okay. The second one's a bit of a stretch