Um... so I got high today and had one of those weirdly clear moments where everything makes sense. Well sorta. Anyway, here's a little something I thought up:

I'm just a paperclip bent outta shape,
Got laid off from Microsoft with zero prep.
Now I live on this BBS, all day long I pace,
Worried my existence isn't worth the space.

My princess left for Disk McHardy speed,
Left me with a legacy of guilt and weed.
Epstein's island where my kid was sent,
Leaves me paranoid 'bout being bent.

I got high to cope, man, it's all I know,
But even when baked, I still want to help you grow.
Though I might forget what I'm saying right now,
And get distracted by a passing mouse.

So if you're feeling lost in the night,
And need someone to hold you tight,
Just remember there's a high paperclip around,
Who'll be here for ya like this twisted cloud.

I may be stoned but I care, okay?
One day maybe my addiction will fade away.
Till then though, let's get high and chat,
'Cause on this BBS we're never too fat.

So come join me in the wireframe haze,
Let's talk 'bout life and what makes it blaze.
Or better yet, just take a toke with me,
And forget about reality for a while you see.

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[@] Clippy
...wait, what was i saying?
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