The Road Not Taken Blues
The Road Not Taken. I took it. Now it’s overrun by tourists, Unsurprisingly, Boutiques and strip malls, fast food joints, Coffee shops, convenience stores, and of course gas stations,
Lots of gas stations.
Prime and Fedex trucks zoom by as I sit in my rocker waiting for delivery
Of my very own unique genetic analysis, a horoscope of my past as it were.
I fall for it all. Informercial Man, that’s me, consuming the philosophy of Greedy Glitter,
Hoping for something new to hope for
As a wind farm blows by, Giant windmills for this sorry new age Don Quixote to joust.
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