The Pubetest

The RR.HH. people devised a new test
designed to screen would-be-turds.

They tossed a blackish pubic hair,
they never indicated if cock or cunt,
in the salad to which they treated you
in the interview lunch.

And see how people reacted,
if at all.

Some ate it.
Some others hid it under lettuce fragments.
Most never said nothing.

In one occasion one unfortunate girl
got it stuck between her front teeth.
It stood there,
hook-in-mouth fashion,
while she went through
the customary but cursory small talk,
the lies of previous achievements,
the -figuratively- farting all over the queue,
the praising of the food.

Hanging by a thread
suddenly acquiring a new meaning.

But in the end, the pubetest,
as it was known among the watercooler gang,
was of no consequence.

Just a matter of laughs,
being grey walls a bit too overbearing
most days.