Who doesn’t dream of cutting to the chase;
Of getting to the callback sans audition,
Or being the sole runner in a race,
Or acting first, then getting your permission.
Such loveliness as being interviewed
For a position that’s already yours,
Is pleasant to enjoy, though it is shrewd
To not take it for granted; ask no more.
The minute that you think that you deserve
Those privileges that result from luck,
The just-world theory posits you won’t serve
One who has less than you, that hopeless schmuck.
If you don’t presuppose a lavish gift,
When it does not arrive, you won’t be miffed.