We are the oobi men
We are the stuffed oobis
Three to a package
Headpieces filled with messages. Alas!
Our tiny red-orange faces, when
We gather together on eBay
Are blank and expressionless
As wind from my ass
Or a hippie's bare feet over broken glass
In our hippie-strewn dungeon.
Spheroid in form, red-orange in shade,
Sales force, marketing without market research;
Those who have crossed eyes
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Misbegotten Parker toys, but only
As the oobi men
The stuffed oobis.