Stationery Love
I am an intern, and I moonlight as a spy

In the world of the devious, does my talent lie

On my third day, far and wide, I let it be known

My services were available, the seeds were now sown

For a small commission, $200 of cash feed

You could have access to all that you need

Performance reviews, background checks

You will get them all, no need to be wrecks

Thus started my life of crime, living quite the dream

Restaurants, bars, vacation villas, courtesy of the team

My boss’ trustworthy aide was I, no chance of backlash

Ethics? Schmethics, I say, all bunkum and balderdash

As an intern, I was efficient and had a delightful air

Stationery I hoarded, with quite the masterful flair

Paper clips, they were my favorite by far

I used them all over, in love and in war

I used them as toothpicks, I used them for my hair

Not a day went by without a paperclip in my lair

I held on to them everywhere, under and aloft

I promise, this segment’s not sponsored by Microsoft

One day I had to break into my boss’ office, a rush job

I’ll use a red paper clip, just some papers I’ve gotta rob

Unfolding one end, and hooking into another

I’ll jimmy that lock, faster than any other

Overconfidence? Maybe, but I’m cool as a cucumber

Picking up the confidential docs, I dance a little number

I exit my boss’ office, my head held high

Tonight’s party is on me, and I won’t lie

I’m excited as hell, I’m building up quite the kitty

Reputation be damned! On cash I’m sitting pretty

I head out, on my way to the bar

Humming a tune, driving my car

Soon I’ll have a few margaritas in me

This lifestyle I like, it suits me I see!

I’m on my second drink, dancing and preening

With Mark, and Sam, and that man Browning

Returning to the bar, I need to slow my pace

I run into my boss, absolutely face to face!

My astonishment showing, on me he landed

“This time, my girl, I’ve caught you red-handed!

I followed you closely, you think you’re so smart?

You got found out by your own paper clip art!”

Saying these ominous words, and his mouth all agape,

He brought out my red paper clip, all bent out of shape

I thought of denying: It wasn’t me! Someone else’s junk!

But then I realized the evidence was still in my trunk

And that’s how my criminal career came to an end

I’d advise you to lie low, behave, stay on the mend

Honesty’s really a good policy, on any given day

I broke my boss’ trust, and for that I have to pay

Above all my friends, remember this one last tip

Stay away you must! From that stupid paper clip.
['Paroma Sen']
['Humor', 'Crime', 'Intern', 'Poetry', 'Fiction']