7 seconds

7 seconds, they say

 is all that you need

to decide what you think

you are thinking of me

 

it’s subconscious

at best,

I must stress

and impress

first impressions are

vested,

expressed

and ingested

addressed

and digested

redressed

and contested

in no time at all

I’ve been judged

and then tested

 

No room for inquest

if I’ve messed

up my chance,

that impression

is there from

that very first glance.

No rehearsal, reversal

or any advance

I must live with the image,

assumption and stance

that I left there

unrivalled

unable to change,

what you think I am like

I just can’t rearrange.

So whatever the setting

whatever the place

I must do my best.

Be amazing,

with grace.

Be engaging,

breath taking,

Be funny,

Be fair

Be active,

attractive,

proactive

with flair

 

Be charming,

a darling

disarming

Aware

that whoever

I’m meeting

no seconds to spare

 

So I will do my best

to be cool from the start

in the first seven seconds

I’ll be sure I don’t fart!

This poem is about: 
Me

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