A Baggy Stink The Missing Link?

So the cat was out and about, or Pat was but I give this shout, and I wound up in a job fair. Some of the people made me stop and stare.

Employment is my goal.
An income is my want.
Life can take its toll,
When bills begin to haunt.

I'm looking at it all.
I'll do whatever comes.
Just give me a quick call,
And we'll become chums.

Forget my manly stink.
So I have a little BO.
It makes me likeable I think.
Just let that aspect go.

Forget my hairy crack.
It's there for all to see.
Just don't be at my back,
And you'll be ass crack free.

My baggy pants are in.
You can't deny the style.
I wore them so I'd win,
Get to turning that dial.

The flip flops are swell.
They let my feet breathe.
That toe fungus can be hell.
I've had it since I began to teethe.

There is a form to fill?
I'm sorry, I can't right now.
You see I'm rather ill.
But my experience will wow.
 
Here is my number and name.
That is all you need to know.
I'll now make any old claim.
I worked for NASA a year ago.

So won't you hire me?
I'll prop your workplace up.
Wait, I just flicked off a flea.
No, I don't own a pup.

What's with the awkward glare?
Are you discriminating against me?
Wait, another flea in my hair.
I hope to soon hear from thee.

It was pathetic as can be. All of that is true at my sea. From ass cracks hanging out to dirty flip flop feet that would make any OCD shout. And they wonder why no one will hire them anywhere. Ever seen such a job fair? The place was decent and such too. Just some of the people looking for jobs looked like they crawled out of the loo. I think I'll hang out with the singing bass. He doesn't show any cracks to my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.