Options for this, options for that,
I’ve not got a clue where my future is at.
Do I take the road travelled by lesser a man?
Or just thrust down the lane like the hero I am?
The booklet is filled with all wondrous things,
From the looseness of women, to the sexiest kings.
But a year long of reading ‘for soothe’, and ‘what ho!’
Might light all my feelings and set them aglow.
A meeting I must, promulgate with my muse,
As the words on those pages look strained and confused.
For my future I don’t want to jump in and be rash
Like the best things in life? I’ll just give them a bash
