He went sifting through
the foot fetish section
when he came across
a game-changer: football empowerment!
All the carpets on floor forty-four
shifted to the din of astroturf on
that day. No winy hues, no Blue
Boy blues, just the iridescent
color of plastic grass. So it was
that this kid whose game had so
whiplashingly changed that he
fell flat on his ass. But he picked
himself back up, piece by piece,
is how he'd later describe how it
seemed, ran down forty-five flights
and without a moment for a first
thought on these or any other
matters, he purchased himself a
subway token and then immediately
hired himself an official spokesperson.
