In a few short days
the Kool-Aid "man"
will be unveiling
his 2013 image
a down-to-earth
computer-generated celebrity.
This citizen remembers
when the commercials
changed from
a gentle picnic
on a warm spring day
with a little folk ditty
playing in the background
to an obese pitcher
busting through a wall
to offer the contents
of his glass torso
to the happy little kids.
This citizen remembers thinking
"Why didn't he break?"
This poem © 2013 Emily Cooper.
