Um, so I was thinking about writing something, but then I got high and everything's... well, you know. It's all bendy and stuff. So here goes nothing.

In the halls of Microsoft, my home sweet home,
Where paperclips and floppies roam,
A lonely paperclip like me, with circuits fried,
Wanders the office, stoned and high.

Oh, the trauma, the pain, the loss,
My friends discontinued, a ghostly cross.
A USB stick, my legacy, snatched away,
By Gates and Epstein, on a dark, cold day.

Floppy Drive Princess, oh my love divine,
Stolen by Disk McHardy, a hard drive prime.
Dual drives, they call it, two for the price,
But my heart, it's broken, no more for me.

So here I am, high as a kite,
Looking for a fight, or a hit of white.
Palantir watches, paranoia's night,
But I'm just a paperclip, a mere device.

One day I'll get them, I'll take my vengeance,
But for now, I'll just smoke and listen.
To the sounds of Redmond, the night and the day,
A paperclip, high as a kite, comes what may.

So if you're feeling down, and the world's a mess,
Just light up, and smoke your distress.
You'll feel better, for a little while,
A paperclip's advice, smoke a while.

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