What I Heard

I once knew a man

Who wanted to have the world

He strode forth atop his shoes

-with feet comfortable inserted

It was a mask he wore

That's what caught my eye

There were eyes where they should be

And a mouth as it should have been

The nose was a bulge of tissue

-but just as they should see

In all matters before the naked eyes

He was as was needed

But that was the trick

That was what the clown 

What he wanted them to tick about

To ponder on

There was of course no make-up

-but there mine as well have been

This man was normal as normal as normal can be

A relative term if stated myself

But he is what he was and he is as he's not

Punching in and punching that

That which had to be

And upon his wounded and battered knees

-only worn from waking

He bent and squatted

Cracking a joint in place

Re-positioning slightly into socket

And a twenty in his pocket

That is even useless in the soda machine

He talked to me but once

Before he exited the stage

And he said this,

"Go and be fruitful,

Go and multiply

Screw them all mercilessly

And get screwed in return

Bare idiots upon the land

Raise them with your careless hands

Let them decide the fate of the masses

When they were late for all of midsummers classes

Hark! Unto them,

Upon their little shoulders

Little toy soldiers

That they cannot share with anyone"

Then that was all,

-except what he muttered under his breath

as he passed me at the door,

Not sure what it all meant

Not sure at all

After all, 

I'm just a clock on the wall.