Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And weary from my childhood shit,
And lack of water, short I stood
And got out a pack of matches.
I started smoking that day, it took me
thirteen subsequent years to finish
but your hands are free while you're
smoking, so I started by smearing
my shit all over both of the roads.
Then they smelled bad, which I blamed on
the roads and whatever shit for brains
made the roads by wandering down them
again and again, proclaiming "oh look
we're going down this road now, how
pretty and I know life doesn't work this
way but I wish there was enough life for
me to take both of these roads because
those people over there on that road
look pretty happy and in fact now I'm pretty
pissed off because I didn't take the other
road and who the fuck do they think they
are anyway being on a different road!
Why can't they cut their hair, finish school,
and get a life! A life like mine! My road!"
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took neither but walked among the trees,
And that has made all the difference.

7/29/2005