Ten Cents a Staple by Bruce W NiedtSo I visit my friendly neighborhood office supply store,
with a chapbook in mind.
I admire all the brightly-colored papers,
variety of binding options, glossy covers.
I estimate the cost of paper and copies,
and decide in my frugality
to keep the binding simple,
just the classic three staples in the spine.
The clerk says, Thats ten cents a staple.
Customers in the checkout line turn around
to the sound of my jaw dropping.
I am stopped in my self-publishing tracks.
Ten cents a s-staple? I stammer, like a stunned parrot.
The young guy nods his bottle-blond head.
I dont even ask the reason for this outrageous charge
I try to figure it out myself.
Maybe its because Im purchasing
the namesake of this chain of stores
like designer jeans, I have to pay
for something with the staples name.
No, that cant be it.
Lets see: there are five thousand staples in a box.
So these are costing me five hundred dollars a box.
Maybe theyre made of some precious metal
gold or platinum, perhaps.
I peer at them no, not even silver.
Maybe its the labor charge
it takes about three seconds to staple something,
carefully at least.
So theyre charging two dollars a minute.
Thats one hundred twenty dollars an hour.
Damn, why am I writing poetry
when I could make my fortune just stapling all day?
But there are no job openings there this week,
so I relent and get my book printed.
I hope youll buy one tonight, after the reading.
And when you take it home, be sure to admire the staples,
the best that money can buy. 10/09/2001 Posted on 10/09/2001 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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