We didn't have much as kids
An old TV we rarely sat in front of
No parties with bouncy castles and magicians
Home-cooked meals, the rare Happy Meal
But we had an old suitcase full of toys
Among the dolls and cars and building blocks
Were two bright red View-Masters
We would slip in the reels and watch as one image was switched for another
Mickey Mouse, Daisy Duck, characters we loved
We'd press on the orange clank and snap! a new image was before us
But we were kids and didn't treasure these
And so we no longer have any of them
Not that we need them
Because my mind has now turned itself into
A viewfinder of sorts
But it gives me no joy, it's not a toy
It's a test of patience and strength
Before I give in, surrender
Clear skin, blade, blood
snap!
Clear skin, blade, blood
snap!
Clear skin, blade, blood
snap!
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