Technical Poem

I started as a paper fastener

But now I’m a stapler

 

My ammo pierces through paper like if it were bullets

I’m not a hater.

I’m only doing my job

So please,

Save me some papers for later.

 

Arguing about what holds best

You could not settle

I can hold your ideas together

with only a single piece of metal.

Can’t you see? I am a stapler!

 

I’m at your service upon your call.

I’ll staple in twos, threes or fours.

Give me twenty, I shall staple them all.