Sponge-Man

Train is rolling down the line, please take me away!

“Take me with you!”

“Please!”

The last passenger cart is already out of site and heading to a destination that supposedly they know but the rest of us here on this plain do not.

I nor anyone knows where they’re going, we’re just wanting to be alone.

Is there anything wrong with that? No phone, no internet, no nothing. Just you and you are alone, unless you have a family that loves you, then you don’t belong here.

Now let us all gather here in the morning so we can all leave together.

“Yup. Yes, sir. We’ll all be here. We are lonely and longing for some sort of connection. Can we listen to music as we come up?”

“No I will have the music selected. There is no need to worry about that.”

With a sign by six pm, here the man had company up a storm that he claimed to be taking to someplace special but not fully describing what.

A sponge of a man sat there with eyes wide like he was a newborn to this information. By still sitting there he said unto those who’d listen, “I am a sponge of a man, I take what is given and return it tenfold.” He was an observant man, listening and learning, sponging everything up but the thoughts of various men that he had come across. Still sitting there when the man stopped talking about the beauty of walking together, and the thoughts that togetherness is what men needed.

As if without hesitation, the fist man had already had people singing up right off the bat for him, then a pause in this for the size of the man was growing by leaps and bounds and those that wanted to go were under the impression that the sponge of the man was going to eat them. Eat them whole. Without a drop to give to the wife and children or those who mattered to them.

“Lord take me and mine before they are done!” As I hollered out, there were many other things that I cared not to include, anyway getting back to it.

There was a sponge of a man that then turned toward me on the right then turned back to the left where I was not, then as if without warning, turned on the poor proper man that was converting those to his end. But his end was of the last that he’d ever be…. that he’d ever breath.

The sponge of the man took the last of his life by vaping on what seemed to be a vapor of red and blue. While it breathed out smoke, which we rampart’s thought that we’re breathing the toxins in but to do so intentionally was a sight beyond scary. The inhale felt like a monstrous take and 2 the exhale: a low-fat breath that took but a few seconds to muster.

Together we all took one watching and waiting for the beast to strike as to where we all were. Here inside this village we all men settled here to make woman pay for ignorance and dedication to others before love to us and no love to the lower half of our bodies. The basing we figured was just for men to get a load off and yell at one another for the fault of our wives.

What was wrong with that?

Noting but Mr. Sponge thought so and began eating all of us one by one. Till it got to the last of us where just vibrated till all the men were either turned and twisted into poop or urine, then those remaining he had spat out, like a regurgitation and we found ourselves freed.

Taking no trophy with him, the man just disappeared into the sky and we have yet to see him again.