A Couple Coins

[kazukifafner]

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A Couple Coins

A man on a subway seat
Poncho-covered body
Glaze-covered eyes
Quarter-filled pocket
Blood-filled heart
Leaning back in his seat
Staring at everything
Or as he would call it

“What a steaming mess
Nothing but a bunch of
Strung together bits of
Wasted flesh and bone
Who fumble about in
Their everyday routine
Pretending they have
Even a little control”

The subway car slowed
Eased into the station
He got out and walked
To the nearest payphone
Where he inserted
Just a couple coins
Dialed a number
And hung up

“But I'm not like them
Not like those fools
I have total control
I AM total control
I can move the world
With a single phone call
This isn't their lives
Everything is mine”

Back to the subway
Back to the same seat
Pulled out a small radio
Headphones on his ears
Dial tuned to the news
Just sitting and waiting
For the breaking report
Of the president's removal

“Ah, there we go, that's it
That's what I like to hear
The sound of my schemes
Falling perfectly into place
As they obviously should
I decide all that happens
And who it happens to
Until the day I rot”

And he did just that
Day in and day out
Riding his subways
Calling his numbers
Deciding their fates
Making everything his
Until the end of his life
To remain in control

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[Reflection]

heh

i like this a lot

reminds me of a palahniuk novel or something :~3