Put on the suit and look in the mirror. Feel the power packed into the shoulder-pads, the prestige pressed into the pants. Smile. Pearly whites, perfect tights.
Arrive at The Place. Put your name down and be seated. Eye the parfaits and pulp-free juice as you wait....wait....
Walk in and "have a seat please." Open the padpfolio and read it. Printed words on paper with perfectly sharp corners: "This is what it means to grow up. This is what it means to have power."
Make your journey back. Puff up with pride at your performance. Perhaps you had fooled them. Perhaps there was potential.
Be stopped in your tracks.
Your private cloud 9 was perforated - pricked with the pricks surrounding you.
Hey baby they say. Where you goin precious? I'll let you ride my train to get there.
Pick up the pace. Bitch got places to be? I'll show you a place you ain't never been before.
Pant harder, pant faster. PUSSYASS HOE. COME BACK AND I'LL PUT MY P RIGHT DOWN THAT PRETTY LITTLE THROAT OF YOURS.
Putter back home to your pathetic place of residence. Put your tears back into your pupils.
Peel off the suit, the pants, the pearls.
No one told you this is what it means to have Power.
That this is what it means to be Powerless.
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