Free Choice

I chose to be happy;
So why am I sad?
I chose to be good;
But turned out to be bad.
I chose to be rich,
So why am I poor?
I chose being witty
But I’m still a boor!

The notion of free choice
Is for the naive,
For eejets, and rock stars
And those who believe.
Choosing is easy.
Choosing is fun.
Getting your choices
Is what won’t get done.

I chose to marry
Sweet fiery Brigita.
Her “no” broke my heart.
Now I drink Marguerites,
I toast to my sorrow
In a clear voice,
Imbibing tequila
As my drink of choice.

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