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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper
Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew
Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor
Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper
Long months later he typed ‘The End.’ That was when he realized his work had just begun!
Maximizing his profits caused him to find savings everywhere
If it could be downsized, he would do it. Single-ply toilet paper, cold cuts instead of a sub sandwich
Never paying for a hotel room, but instead opting for an overnight parking garage
It wasn’t so bad, but he was a six-foot-eight-inch dude who drove a …
Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019
All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it
Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in
Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees
Reality hit her during the pandemic. Electrons were even worse than …
Marking a real piece of paper with her thoughts and fears
And sending it to her love, who was across the sea
It took so long for it to get him
Letting the seed of hope she planted inside those words time to grow.
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
The roll was empty again, and that pissed off Heather
All she wanted was for her roommates to replace the roll when it ran out
Perhaps this would stick with them
Every roll of toilet paper, except the one she hid, was soon wrapped in scotch…
Cutting and tape would be cheating
Realize the Zen of proper folding
Elephants and cranes made of paper
As fingers show off their dexterity
Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two
Evoking the surreal as its goal
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Diplomas carry so much weight for mere pieces of paper
Everything that goes into them distilled into a few words
Giving the holder the opportunity to advertise themselves
Revealing their skills and knowledge
Experiences woven into the very fibers
Education immortalized in the transient
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Can’t things just remain the same?
He shook his head reading the paper about another closure
As if being single wasn’t hard enough
Now where would he meet women? He hated Tinder.
Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl
Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.
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