Look people, a man died
He brushed his teeth at 7,
Gripped the iron bars of the subway at 8.30;
Sat in the chair he sat for 4 years at 10
And thought about ending his life near the water cooler at 12.
Now that a faceless, nameless man is dead
What killed him?
Except gravity and the curb that’s coated with his red,
I think he just ceased to exist because for once he had something in control ;
The time of death
The grisly graphics of his death
The ripples created by his death.
All in his control
Because his life was a playing field;
For his boss – who was busy vacationing in Bahamas, slurping his Pina Colada
For his parents for whom he was a money dispensing machine,
*click* drrrrrr *thank you for using our services*
For the world which can always use a doormat to clean some filth.
But the faceless, nameless man
Has now managed to splatter his unknown self in a curious fashion
A chunk here. Oh, look I can see some over there too!
But thank God he didn’t screw with the traffic ;
Presently a paramedic scoops him up hurriedly.
He’s got to go to a Knicks game at 8, you see.