Anticipation
built
As
weeks passed
So
long I almost forgot
The
few bits of change
Dropped
in the envelope
Was
not the greatest price
Nor
was the plastic toy
The
greatest reward
When
the transaction
After
so long
Finally
concluded.
I
had saved the comics
Dozens
of them
Even
read them
Every
awful one
Even
at my age I knew
This
was throw away humor
Badly
written
Because
it wasn’t meant to last
Even
printed so colorfully
On
wax infused paper
The
misadventures
Of
Bazooka Joe
Were
not literary gold
But
I was addicted
To
the pink slabs
Of
bubblegum joy
And
I many a nickel and dime
Was
traded in
For
handfuls thereof
Eventually
I started to want stuff
Free
stuff
As
advertised in the comics
In
the smallest of print
Wondrous
oddities
In
exchange for a few comics
I
counted out the colorful toons
Sent
35¢ for postage
Wrote
out the order form
And
sent it out
In
a flurry of excitement
I
was participating in commerce
At
an elevated level
Time
has erased the memory
Of
what I ordered
Or
if it ever came
I’m
sure it wasn’t much better
Than
the comics that made it possible
But
I remember the gum
And
chewing on and on
And
the strength of my jaw
And
the power of my bite
Remain
to this day
As
a lasting testament
A
side effect of obsession
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