If at first you don’t succeed
How many times must you try again?
It’s blatantly obvious you don’t fit the breed
Of reputedly notable dead white old men.
Continual rejections and failures reinforce
That success is a Grail few can achieve
Where the rules and requirements are written in Morse
And the idea of merit is firmly believed.
You’re told, maybe that job just wasn’t you
You’re told, keep a positive outlook on life
You’re told, eventually you will breakthrough
Or if that doesn’t work, embrace being a wife.
You decide that your time, efforts and skills
Are better spent tilting at crazy windmills.