Adam G. Poet Dramatic Verse

Right Choice

Fork in the road which  I remove to eat my eggs.
MIssing ketchup  for my sandwich on the  city museum steps.  
A beggars not a beggar when he leaves an finds  his way a secret clothing stockpile; he changes an he walks away replaced by truly needs it, Now I'm feeling full but tainted.
Sights,  .   wanting to eat the rabbit food.  The masses jam their  corpses with meat; I feel my body unsupported an my mind a haze.
I'm glad  I made  the right choice despite  that no ones  amazed. At least it  happened before the last day.
At least I know for me it's the right way.
 For me I see the maze;   no hope.
 still I stay.
To sit or stan, or eat or pray, but ever after wait and stay.
The right choice under a sky of grey.
Hidden gastronomy  in a hobo's briefcase.
 Knowing it's consumption follows smoking base. The right choice merely to attend the way. .

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