It’s a cold Sunday February morning
and I’m one of eight men waiting
for the doors of Toys R Us to open
in a mall on the eastern tip of Long Island.
We’ve come for the Japanese electronic game
that’s so hard to find.
BE ASHAMED, Philip Schultz. Like the world would catch fire if you said "Wii" in a poem. I hope a telegram comes to life and murders you while endlessly reading aloud its own contents: The Future. Stop. Is Here and the Future. Stop. Is Good.