In the old Ben Franklin store,
(it’s a precursor to Roses, itself a precursor to Wal-Mart)
Sits a lone mint Destro action figure.
His shiny head, reflecting the halogen tube light above.
My memories of that time are mostly gone,
Aged out of existence with daily dread,
But I can recall,
The smell of decaying plastic,
When I ripped into his package,
Freeing him for his Cobra terrorist activities.
Shawn Scott Smith is a writer and pinball player. He is on most socials @luckycreature and his website is https://luckycreature.neocities.org/

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