Dictator Poem by Daniel Y.

The stack of paper sat
in an orderly pile,
giving panicked glances at the nearby shredder.
Its red eye winking endlessly
and smirking
with its million tiny teeth.
“A matter of time” it said
“before you are mine.
First you’ll be printed,
stamped with fine ink.
You’ll be hustled and bustled
and creases will kink.
Folders and cabinets
will hold you like a paperclip:
With a tight grip you cannot evade.
I must say
Your usefulness is much appreciated.
It may not be for many years.
But my hunger always wins.
Your kind is the only thing I eat
and I do it very well.
You think that I’m the villain,
but I am just a shell.
The vessel
of greater things at play.
Can you imagine if all this paper
never went away! ? ! “
It hiccuped bits of index
maybe a post-it note, or two.
Then it continued eating
without stopping to chew.