5) The Interviewer Has Come Poem by Otradom Pelogo

The Interviewer has come
And there is no time to prepare
There was none yesterday
And tomorrow we don't even dare

Mother, sister, father brother
They can't help you
I can't help you
Until you go
There is no other

Just listen to the question
Yet pay no attention
Because there is no wrong or right answer,
I just thought I should mention

You'll be forewarned
And told what to know
You will answer each and every question
Just before the end of his every show

The will be asked
They will be answered
In both rhyme and rhythm
So listen to the old
Listen to the new
Listen to Marley's 'isi schism'

He'll blow a trumpet
So don't even worry
You'll hear his sound, he loves
To brag and boast
Be very careful
Because she may be your friend
A stranger or she may be the one
You love the most

Parent, child, teacher or deacon
Some quick advice, let love be your beacon

She'll ask you anything, about life, love
She'll cause you to think about everything
Lust, death, or do you believe in above

Many have taken her advice before
She loves to set people free
Many have taken her advice before
But, she won't promise to let them be

You don't need much money
Fame, or glory for her just to step in
Because the things that attract it the most
Are sometimes the wages of sin

They'll tell you what to say and do
But don't say what they tell you
Or do what they say
The answers and choices are left to you
For the decisions you make
Are what you must pay