Popular Roadby Sampson L. Hartwig ![]() February 7, 2005 I rode a horse on a winding path
And saw before me, though I'm bad at math The path became two roads ahead One rocky and coarse, a bitch to tread The safer course, apparent to sight Was clean-cut and easy, a porridge "just right" With either path my choice to choose I took the path less apt to bruise Yes, I took the road well-traveled And my seams kept sewn, my sweater stayed raveled My shoes suffered no pain or remorse Nor did my steed—just ask my horse Sure, it was crowded, and baked by the sun And assholes surrounded by whole metric ton Paved by cruelty and sadness and greed And it smelled like someone had been toking weed Maybe I got there two hours later And missed the buffet of free steak and taters But anything's better than being some jerk Who brags about taking the path of more work Milestones1749: At this site, in 1749, nothing happened.Now HiringBag Man. Some kind of illegal-parcel-delivering hobo needed to transport sensitive packages and sleep in our dumpster. Five years dumpster-sleeping experience required. Keeping your big mouth shut skills a plus.Top 5 Concessions to Iran for Freeing British Prisoners
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