G.I. JOE

Every morning I watch you,
my hero,
fearlessly attacking the enemy
and taking on new challenges.

And now I have you.
Patiently, you wait
inside your plastic prison.
I tear open the case
ripping you into freedom,
as I dive behind the couch
to take cover
afraid of the bullets I know you'll shoot.

But
the room remains silent.
Cautiously I peak around the couch:
plastic lying on the carpet, 
and you
you lie as well
lifeless.

What happened?  
Are you dead?
I pick you up by your arm,
stare into your painted face and wonder,
did you suffocate in the package?
Mommy says you're an action figure,
so where's the action?

I want my money back!