Open Mic: Story - What if..

smallest things can shape the world….

a man awakes and goes through his morning routine
shit, shower, shave, and brushes his teeth till they clean
puts on his blue suit, and heads for breakfast at leisure
enjoys his meal, he's in good time, decides he can leave whenever

the same man, flash back to sleeping, awakes from bed
put this time decides to hit his alarm, sleep for another ten
unfortunately misses the next call, and awakes so late
grabbing things, running to the door, "oh fuck this is great"

flash back again, decides to sleep for another ten
though this time gets up, when the alarm rings again
same routine, same suit, but rushing for breakfast he slips
a split in his blue suit, so back to the wardrobe... the green one he gets...


……………………………………


”fuck im so late” he says, so I can’t stop for my usual
no time for the coffee shop, how he can be so stupid’s confusing him’
he fly’s by in the car, hoping to catch up some time
”shit, still 20 minutes away” and its already nine

now he in the coffee shop, enjoying a donut and drink
decides he has time to go to the bank, to sign papers he thinks
as he waits in the queue, a masked robber appears
grabs him as a hostage, one of the worst of his fears

now he waits in the same coffee shop, but checks his watch
realising how little time he has got, but his stopped
an old friend recognized him, noticed they had on the same green suit
so now he’s stood chatting, having a hoot
….. he has to say goodbye, but his routine his been ajared
as he hasn’t had time to finsih his coffee, as he heads towards his car
 
……..

*bang*, the gun goes off, hits him in the spine
thought he’d be safer, running ahead of time
but now he lays dying, in the blood he’s shed
thinking back on his thoughts, of spending another minute in bed

he arrives at work cursing himself, late for a meeting
thinking his boss is gonna  kill him when he see’s im’
good timing it seems, as the boss had just left
missed a certain firing, so he sighs a deep breath

holding his coffee between his legs, driving is hard
goes to finish his cup, looks away…… SMASH* goes the car
he himself is badly hurt, his head is spinning
but doesn’t realise the horro he’s cause a car, with a full family in it

…..

a phone call to the wife, as tears are shed
theres something happened her husband, im sorry he’d dead

In work doubts about his luck have crept in
wondering what would have happened if he hadnt slept in

in a courtroom, the man looks like he’s wilting
sentenced to 25 years, as the verdict is guilty

……..

The man is in bed, having chose to go ou the night before
knows he wont make it into work, as his feet hit the floor
feels the pain in his head, feels like hes cursed
“oh  god, this day could not get any worse”