The Job Hunt Poem/Rant?

I went to a poetry reading tonight, and I think I was inspired. It's a bit rough, whatever.

I need a job. I want a job. I have a goal set, at least two resumes a day to send in. I want these jobs, I have begun a mantra before I send them across the interwebs to await someone who could possibly change my destiny. I will get this job, I will get this job, I'll at least get an interview for this job.. maybe someone will at least make it past my cover letter to the resume? Maybe someone will have the decency to send me a rejection, so at least I know someone paid attention? Because rejection used to be my fear, my anxiety it was enough to petrify me. But, now I know my real enemy is being ignored. I am pouring my good vibes into these documents, putting any good karma I may have stored in this life or another into these pleas for employment. I need someone to pick up this piece of paper, and pick up me, I want my voice in their head, my good vibes flowing through them, not letting these words define me and see instead my personality. I've begun to feel like a whore, shaping myself exactly into what they're looking for. Given a chance even without the right experience, the needed skill set, I could get the job done. I am confident of that fact. Because, I don't mind being your bitch, at least for a little bit. I have my dues to pay, my load to bear. I'm no supergirl, I can't fly to the top, but I don't mind the walk-or crawl- whatever speed I go to get there. Some day I know I'll be at the top, making the calls, like hiring a girl like me, who doesn't bullshit me on her resume, who doesn't expect much just respect and a paycheck, who will take risks in life, and fall head fist (sometimes hitting the bathtub on the way down) and learn to pick up and move on, who studied sociology because it was interesting not business so she could run some corporate machine. Whomever you are out there, with more power then you know or even care, you should take a look at me. Put me on your team, I am a diamond in the rough, waiting for you to see, I am rare, I am strong, I may be rough now, but with the right shaping and care I will shine and will have been well worth your time. For those of you who have passed be by, beware, if you don't take care, I may take your job.