I thought I had it (the Interview)

[Jae Mc Donnell]

Splendid lines envisaged, the pieces fit. 
Then like DNA they twist a double helix. 
A haberdashery with this and that to see, 
but noting to fix the bits, they no longer fit. 

The lines billow, then fall miscellaneously. 
The shapes once so familiar now cause mishaps, 
each unhinged curve a trip or trap. 
Nervous-endings spark then end continuously. 

A dazzled gazelle puffs its fur and growls, 
the lions lick their lips and prowl. 
They're on to me! 
I thought I had it.