The Millionth Visitor Poem by Raj Arumugam

this popup banner
colorful and evocative
of Goddess Good Luck
and Dame Good Fortune
this bold and dapper popup
with dollar signs everywhere
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
and so subliminally impregnating my mind
with the desire for money
(($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
so in-your-face,
pokes me in my eyes
grabs me by my balls
and says:
YOU ARE OUR 1,000,000th VISITOR!
CONTACT the AWARDS DEPARTMENT
FOR YOUR REWARD!


the problem is
what I don’t understand
even days later, nay, a month later
the popup still says:
YOU ARE OUR 1,000,000th VISITOR!
CONTACT the AWARDS DEPARTMENT
FOR YOUR REWARD!
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
I mean how come I’m still the millionth visitor
a month later?

What, use my IQ?

Oh, you mean the popup world has been frozen
because I have not claimed the money
and because I haven’t contacted
the honorable AWARDS DEPARTMENT?
And all the money is waiting for me?
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
Oh what an honest popup world
that will freeze all banners
and all funds
until I, the valued millionth visitor
have claimed my due and my reward…
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
Honesty is alive and well,
frozen so it cannot escape
in the flashing popup world…