Rebecca Wright The Paperclip I am the one who holds everything together Yet I always just tossed aside I never receive a thank you For the services that I provide I wait for you for hours And when you finally appear I am pulled in all directions Which totally destroys my career I am left battered and deformed So you replace me without a care Yes I am a defiant paperclip And I am not going anywhere I demand you twist me back Into my original, perfect shape How dare you throw me into your bag Between fruit peel and masking tape Your bag is dark and cavernous And I am missing my paper stack How are you managing to file without me? I insist you bend me back
Poems by the Commended Foyle Young Poets of the Year 2016
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