for Christmas from
Radio Shack.
it's an early
present
from my Uncle
Sal.
he shows me how to fire
it up
and get it into
the sky.
easy peasy.
we get a pizza
and crack open a few
beers
and sit out in the backyard.
where do you
want to fly it, he asks me.
over a military base,
a nuke plant,
or over the airport?
maybe the white house.
we can
peek into the windows
and see old Joe
asleep.
won't we get in trouble,
won't they shoot
us down?
he laughs
and lights a cigar.
come on, man.
they don't have that kind
technology
yet.
we're fancy free.
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