Is this really the best way for me to allocate my time:
waiting on this line
to be put on a list
to receive the latest technological innovation?
I could be doing so much more.

I could be masturbating right now.
I could be at home
with my hand
and some handsomely framed shots in my spank bank.
I could be alone
and entertained.

I could be writing the Great American Novel-la
composing something important
– or something shorter
like a Grand New York Sentence.
Or maybe a Good Bronxite Phrase.
I could occupy myself
with better activities than I am.

I could be eating a Chocodile
or eight.
That product hasn’t been available
for fifteen years
– which sounds criminally neglectful –
and now that they’re back 

I could just run into a store to get my fill.

I could be done with those delicacies
in the time it’ll take me
to turn the corner
and reach the velvet rope.

What kind of choices am I making?
Why am I here
instead of anywhere better?
What makes me stand here
slowly
inching ever forward
until I get a newer iteration
of a device I already own?
What am I doing with my life?

Perhaps
I’ll be able to answer that question
someday
with the help of Eight Plus.