Hopeful Hot Wheels
Deserted we lie, banished to a shoe box; discarded metal
scraping metal every spring as our ignored box gets shelved
in a different room of the house; forsaken and further away
from real life. We demand equal time with your mobile phone
games, your Netflix programs, and your facebook videos!
We are your neglected Hot Wheels cars. Pick us up and
let's play a while... bright colors, mag wheels, cool decals,
no need to charge batteries or download an app, just four
wheels and a hood that opens and closes. Vintage VW's,
Oldsmobiles, Dodge muscle cars, Indy 500 speedsters,
futuristic dream cars rejected by car companies (but don't
we still look cool after all these years?) Let's go for a cruise
down the Main Street of your living room table or race down
the autobahn of your hallway or explore the Amazon jungle
out in your backyard (just remember not to track any mud
into the house!) Find those forgotten bright orange tracks
you jettisoned in the attic and go invite your neighbors over
for a "race of the century", followed by a glass of cold milk.
Draw some streets on butcher paper and pretend to be the
mayor of a small town, populated by Indy Eagles, Silhouettes,
Red Barons, Custom Firebirds, Paddy Wagons, Classic '36
Ford Coupes (with rumble seat), Chevy Camaros, Roadsters,
Lotus Turbines, Deoras (with surfboards), Custom Eldorados,
and you.
Hot Wheels (TM) is a trademark of Mattel Inc.
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