Being a paper clip, not unlike others of my kind,
life started for me in a box. Not always seen as
the brightest, I tended to drift. Eventually
I cleaved to the familiar and hung around
in plastic cubes only to be over-looked
or used and then carelessly tossed
aside. One day, I spied, hidden
in amongst our brood, what
I imagined was the love
child of an ill-fated
tryst with perhaps
a scorpion. Such
a poor, tense
and angry
safety
pin.
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