the carpet has died a thousand violent deaths
the nap is torn and worn
the rooms adorned in computer chic
enough to start a server farm
the windows stained with birdly poop
windex cannot enhance
and each available space is filled
with ever-expanding paper
Thank goodness, I have this neat device
to digitize my stacks
or I would be that middle-aged woman
who'd died …
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