The Run Away Paperclip

I'll tell you a story about a paperclip

Feed up with all the worlds disasters

Tired of holding everything together

When it felt like everything was falling apart

No longer wanting to keep a hold of the people that tired so hard to make life work on their own terms

It's once shiny sliver skin, 

Was nothing more then a rusty mess

Used by those it trusted

But true rust isn't an easy concept to grasp

Especially for a brainless paperclip

We all learn that in order to get trust one must give it

But life was way to big for a tiny paperclip to come to terms with

See now the story will take a shocking but right turn

For that same paperclip had a plan

It decided it must run

So it ran

Up the grassy hill

And across the busy New York highway

And into old lady Miler's recycling bin

Where the same lonely and used paperclip, 

found many other run away paperclip friends

And lived happily ever after again