The Evil Kneivel doll is not happy.
His box is cramped, and the RV is in a horrible state
______________of disrepair.
He was never all that sure about the plastic-toothed
______________thing that made his motorcycle rev, and the ramp
______________was entirely at a wrong angle to leap the RV
______________(It's never like the commercial, is it?),
but he'd learned to live with these things; it was all part of the package.
______________True, he was a little jealous of GI Joe's boat,
that gorilla, the flippers and scuba gear, all those cool guns and gadgets,
but he was Evil Kneivel, after all, a daredevil by trade, the Elvis of the air.
Now, his shirt is stained
and there is a piece of masking tape on his chest
a few numbers, far less than a dollar.
It could be worse, he supposes.
In the next box, a Barbie lies prostrate
on a pile of books, pinpricks covering
the sexless region between her legs.
Ah, what he wouldn't give to be able to leap through the air again,
for the aching in his bones to stop for good,
and for just a few moments to hold Barbie in his arms
and tell her they could do worse than leave
where they are not wanted.
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