press the button

press the button...c'mon, scaredy cat...you know you want to...

who knows? this could be the one button you have to push to be transported to paradise ever-after...or with just one click you could get your own personal genie that grants you your hearts desires...all of them, not just a measly three...

by just placing your shaky palm on top of it's shiny red goodness, you could end starvation in africa, cure aids, pugnacious politicians would never bore any of us again...your life's one true love, at your doorstep, ready & willing to love you faithfully & fervently for all the rest of your days...

one smack at that plastic mystery-and instantly, the whole world in converse-the shade & design determined by the contents of that person's soul.

(hopefully mine would be hysterical, compassionate, wise, beautiful & kind...but i'd probably get stuck with these-whatever...)

at least you would know right away what someone was like on the inside, you wouldn't have to guess, you could just like down at their feet & WHAM-immediately know if this one is worth your time, or if you should just walk away now...

or, maybe instead of the world in chuck taylors & jack purcells, by hitting that "press me" with all your might, you get to taste only good things...nothing you ever put in your mouth will taste anything less than cordon bleu...every single thing-creamed spinach, beef stroganoff (PUKE), popsicle sticks, other gross stuff -

ALL of it tastes like saturday morning pancakes, with strawberries & whip cream (if that's what suits your fancy)

just one little red button...a button with all the answers...and to think, i found this magic, just by accident...

and all of it's limitless possibilities ran through my mind...

& so i pushed it. with certainty. with force-but not enough to smash it

& then...