Transformers taught me about the scarcity of resources.
First on TV,
When Megatron was always first to the Energon Cubes,
Then again at my neighbor Tony’s house,
When I discovered all the folding robots
He had tucked underneath a ratty piece
Of smoke-smelling, stained, shitty shag
Had been smuggled from my tupperware bins.
We weren’t rich,
But I didn’t have to ask my mother
Why his mother couldn’t just buy him transformers, too.
Because even when you’re a 5-year-old kid
You know there’s always somebody poorer than you.