NIKE FOOTBALL: VAPOR TRAIL. Cristiano Ronaldo leaves a vapor trail on the pitch.
Dear Super Bowl Advertisements,
I have witnessed the pinnacle of athletic achievement
and during the commercial breaks I have learned
more about the subtle nature of mankind.
I have reinvisoned America and reconsidered
my choice in carbonated beverages.
My soul was stirred by dancing babies.
My spirit lifted by CG explosions.
My thought leavened by scantilly clad women
promising eternal domain name bliss.
I’ve been seduced by the delicate dance
of artificially flavored corn chips and my existence
has been validated by the soul baring theatrics of canines.
I’ve been cajoled by hashtags and romanced by URLs.
I’ve been drawn into your sacred dance inside
the seven circles of the Big Dance and I have followed
your instructions and promises of online engagement.
I have been enlightened by your thoroughly integrated
efforts and I have bathed in your intellectual
Dadaism of apocalyptic off-roading.
You have provoked me to scale the greatest mountains
of my own intellect and I have emerged victorious
and will instinctively now choose the products
you are selling over e offerings of your competitors.
I have looked myself in the eyes, long and hard
and have rediscovered my lost penchant for your model of cellphone.
I am a mirror to the enthusiasm and personal attention you have shown me.
This morning, I find myself, completely and wholly, a consumer for your love.
I will return on your investment tenfold.
Faithfully yours,
Bob the Perceptive.
Armchair philosopher.
