Thanos at the DMV


A Poem By Thanos
(Dictated to, and transcribed by, J.B. Stevens)

The department of motor vehicles,
Is not a place,
A man like me belongs.
Lucky I tap,
The line halves with my snap,
And the wait is gone.
But Thanos you say,
The innocents you’ve taken away,
What will their mothers think?
They may make a stink,
But this line is too long,
And a short wait is the bomb.
So the halving is real,
Fuck what you feel.
Snap,
Blap,
And… Shit, half the clerks are mist,
I shouldn’t have raised my fist.
This was a bad plan all along.

J.B. Stevens lives in the southeastern United States with his wife and daughter. He is a crime fiction writer, poet, memoirist, and book reviewer. He won Mystery Tribune’s inaugural micro fiction contest. His work has been published by Thriller Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and many others. He can be found online at jb-stevens.com and on Twitter @iamjbstevens.

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