Oopsy! I'm Not PC!

So back when Pat was job searching at our sea, at least I hope "back" can be used by me, as at the time of writing this he is still searching away, I kinda screwed him over with what I say. I got Pat in trouble. Hey, at least I didn't bury him in rubble.

Your interview was great.
Your resume was first rate.
Your cover letter too,
But we can't hire you.

You see we played stalker.
And then came the shocker.
You aren't PC at all.
You could be our downfall.

Stock price could plummet.
Then we'd all have to slum it.
That just can't do.
So we can't hire you.

Come back again when you clean up your act.
PC is now a fact.
You need to learn tact.
Delete your online presence to be exact.

Then we will hire you.
Pay will come do.
Why are you smiling?
Did I upset the filing?

Stop looking at me like that.
You can go now, Mr. Hatt.
No one will hire you,
Until PC comes due.

Take it all down.
Then you can get a job in town.
You need to watch what you say.
It can cause others dismay.

Hope to see you back,
When you decide to end the flack,
And get with the program of PC.
If that time comes I'll be glad to have thee.

Until then stay away.
Do you hear what I say?
Why are you smiling at me?
Did you not hear what I said to thee?

Now obviously that is an exaggeration a bit. But the windbag, who was full of PC shit, stalked Pat out. I guess he did not like what we shout. Maybe he'll see this and really hiss. If one has the PC stick up their butt then they can go yank it out and play mini-putt. Then shove back up their mass. No PC loving, nut job is going to stop my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall