Paper Clip

Paper Clip
By Larry Linville

A paper clip takes residence in the corner of my screen
When I work with my computer – it’s the strangest thing I’ve seen.
It's always hanging there and stares and rolls its eyes
And lifts those crazy eyebrows which look like some disguise.

It rolls its eyeballs back and forth and then stares straight ahead.
I turn the volume up but I can’t hear a word that’s said.
I wonder what it’s doing there – it’s been there now for days
Does it have a purpose more than the stupid gaze?

Once I saw it drive a way on its little motorbike
But I don’t know what I did to make it take that hike.
And what’s that legal pad upon which it stands?
How’s it supposed to help me when it clearly has no hands?

It’s purpose, as I understand, is to answer what I ask
But when I wrote this poem inside, it went into a trance.
I guess I’ll quit worrying – I’ll have to let it be.
For after all I’ll never know if it’s a she or he.

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