Poem Title: Accursed Paperclip
A Prose Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
Date Written: 1/8/2004
Another lonely night in Longmont, and I’m listening to emo while fighting a paperclip. “Office Assistants”, how I loathe you. It’s the guitars, bass, piano, and drums that get me by; otherwise, that paperclip might die. His shifty eyes watch me and a light bulb’s yellowed surface gives him a raunchy glow. If I could, I’d grab him with fingers and pull him apart as the clock’s hands walk their path. Now he’s dancing, and I know it’s not to my music, not to my beat. Dancing without feet makes me despise him more. I’ll teach him what a pretzel looks like. He’ll give out no more tips after I’ve warped him. His eyes still watch, repeating the same motions, repeating, repeating. Will this end? This will end. I will upgrade.
Good call, Jeremy. I’ve actually got Office XP on my computer, but I was using my parents fantastic 400MHZ with Win2K and Office 97. I can upgrade to Office 2003 for $10 via my university’s contract with Microsoft. Post-college and not having cheap prices, I’ll probably start going with OpenOffice.
LOL OpenOffice.org dude best office software on the planet and you can’t beat the price. The best thing though? NO Assistants.