Confessions of a Stationery Junkie

Archive seen life.
Here's the fax.

Once I was fine, extra fine.
Pentel flat on the A4 overlooking cartridge,
holidays in Manilla,
a personal organiser,
Parker to drive my roller,
balls at Epson.
But I was whiteboard
drawing pins for amusement.

Then I met Olivetti.
She had the invoice,
played the accordian file at ballpoint.
Not enough Tippex, she'd let loose her bulldog
clip you round the ear with a heavy-duty 4-hole punch.

She was my type
writer a love letter.
Couldn't Post-It
Stuck between Xerox and a hard pencil.

Guillotined from the treasury
tagging along with Olivetti.
No carbon jour to the plastic wallet

Down and out under the lever arch
sleeping in a box file
On a downward spiralbound for the shredder.
I needed my Papermate,
so much I could ream.
I was up to 180 grams.
But highlighters had to be brief
case the hole reinforcers were overhead,
projecting their correction fluid.

But then I'm seen by a copier...
sees I'm in bubble,
wraps me in Blue
tac-tfully covers my Bic
and takes me to the stationery
puts me on suspension file.

Now, I'm almost staple,
Down to a page-a-day.