the little things

It’s not the those monster Hindenburg occurrences that gets you
No
It’s the little things that finally do you in
The tiny triangles of fiberglass under the collar at the wrong time
The insolent little bastard on the train calling time out too many times
A cut in the hot pretzel line
A snorting laugh that was never so brilliantly awful
These are reminders of the spectacle of humanity
Calling it fate is to consider yourself more important than you really are
This is not His plan
To say there’s a plan is to turn a blind eye to the obvious
That in a world of billions
All is
Was
And will be
And what never was
Will still be reported as fact
This is not God’s will
This is you daily newsletter from the human race
That dandruff in your coffee
That doppler effect fuck you with your hands full
Hold on tight to someone
And don’t ask too many questions
Because denial is your savior
And only ego can crush you
So when you walk up to your car
And see the galaxy spread of blue cube window glass on the ground
Your GPS stolen
Your prescriptions rifled
Just laugh
At the absurdity of it all
And buy yourself a peanut butter and chocolate shake at lunch time