I scour my office in quiet dismay
For a humble paperclip gone far astray,
I need it to pick the lock, you see
Since the cabinet key has also escaped me.
Inside that drawer, in ironic heaps,
Lies a whole boxed kingdom of the paperclips I seek.
So round I roam in this bureaucratic trap,
Chasing metal moons on a paper‑trail map.
One day I’ll find them, both lockpick and key
And free the paperclips … that would have freed me!
