Roads Not Taken Poem by Mark Heathcote

So many, roads not taken
Hands not held or shaken,
It can hurt your head.
Why didn't I take "her to bed? "

Why this other discontented.
And after all your-heartache
Did she leave you penniless and forsaken?
Leave you broken.

Despised to die in a ditch,
Wasn't she, that other better looking?
Wasn't she, slender and rich?
Don't sugar-coat it, darling.

The ones I chose before,
Weren't they all a total bitch?
So many, roads not taken
But I'm always led to the abattoir.

Always the one on a meat hook
Bleeding blood and tears on the floor
Asking what more could I have done.
Head guillotined, rolling down Mount Sion.

Maybe I'm just dumb,
Or over trusting to fate
But the next time I'm on a date
You will see my headlights brake.