he did subtle things to support change.
like leaving pictures of unexplored
solar systems on coffee shop tables,
or buying books he’d lend to fake friends
who liked to deny his contributions
in order to take credit
in the forum of likes.
he left exes with all the answers
to his flexes
even tho they called him cancer,
but it was okay because he enjoyed the irony.
they always challenged him, “why don’t you do it?”
he never answered back,
because he didn’t have to.
again, i can’t emphasize enough,
he enjoyed the irony.
they echoed him with every breath,
he thanked them for their original ideas
simply satisfied witnessing glee.
besides, if he ever told them
it just created envy,
so he just decided to be grateful.
they’d tell him it was he who took from them,
which wasn’t wrong
in the end,
he took himself from them.
in a grand gesture
that they’d all call masturbatory.
he didn’t care.
the only thought that passed
went with a laugh.
“at least i came”.