Cervical Cogitationum

Both Roads

(13) Both Roads:

This... Is the end, the end of my short lasting trend, the end, of the list of friends, the end.

(Drunk Man): "Wass tha difference between jam 'n jelly?"

I must hand it to you, you've pulled through. The slummy stew, seems askew, but I must detest, are you like the rest?

(Drunk Man): "You can't jelly a dick up your ass!"

You can't pretend, my friend, and you mustn't condescend. Nothing is worse than the deadly curse, of lacking ambitious disperse.

(Woman): "I'm too fat, do you think I'm fat? I think I'm fat."

All these people, makes me want to jump off a steeple. I once had a friend, and starts this story to send; alike, all to nothing but a spike, the mail sender, the other gender.

(Meowing)

(Older Woman): "Feline Leukemia. Yes, I believe that's it. I was a dog veterinarian for the navy, I know how this works."

The paths conveyed, opposite directions they swayed, one for a life in Kingdom Alrene, the other to a land unseen. Life for omens to go ill in Alrene, and life for omens to show will elsewhere.

One soul from ill to well, and the other, from prim and proper, to sin and ill prosper.

(Kid): "Shut up, dumb ass, you're dumb as a box of rocks, you'll never amount to shit."

The story, is no fairy tale, and not truth stretched to that of a whale. No concepts of math, no malevolent wrath, no it can't bandage the unwavering savage.

(Undefined voice): "Hello...? You there? Earth to you! Stop day dreaming."

When both roads have seen travel, when the depth of the loads have kissed gravel, when the paths cross again, when one can pick up their pen, with out chicken scratch, hen.

The penance, for the absence, can relieve, and one can smile, forever a while.

End.