Poetry: An Ode to Rejection

It’s good, but not what we’re looking for right now. 
Oh, but it stings. And how! The position’s closed, better luck next time Your lips are bruised purple from that smile. 

We loved it, but it doesn’t fit with our current line-up 
You take a bitter sip of the salty tea-cup It’s good, dear, just not for me You nod, you understand, ‘cause it ever is. 
Your throat stings from not screaming loud enough, Frustration the itch of a swallowed cough. You’...