A DELUSION
If you’re sick and tired of life
And the wear of business strife,
And decide to take the veil,
To a Minister you tell,
Whom you know very well,
Your long and sad, sad tale.
When he grabs you by the hand
And says in manner bland:
“You can certainly count on me
When we have a vacancee,
As sure as sure can be;
You’ll get the tip
On the strict Q.T.”
If to yourself you say,
As you go your hopeful way:
“I certainly get a Government job
At a decent salaree.”
What a singularly deluded jay
You certainly will be.
If you’re up to all the tricks
Of the game of politics,
And know a few M.P.’s;
You would naturally think
That as easy as a wink
You’d get nearly what you please;
But you’d be singularly lacking
In the necessary backing
If this was all you had,
And you looked for an appointment
You would suffer disappointment
In a manner very sad.
You see it’s just this way:
You can say just what you may,
But Political Pull is a very funny thing.
It’s as strange as strange can be.
If you’re doubtful of the fact,
Just go against the Act
To get a Civil Service sit and see.
Conventionality counteth not high in the game, but it counteth.