Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Like they did in Robert Frost's time…
Except time marched on as it should
And Chipotle opened here 'cause it could,
So I entered to get rice soaked in lime.
Overpriced blandness gave me time to think.
Think upon Frost's choice on the road.
Neither path was blazoned in pink,
Saying, "Come over here and drink!
Blackjack and hookers in this grand abode!"
Robby Frost was careful to mention
That each road was less traveled that day.
It seems that it escapes the attention
Of every high school section
That his choice was not profound, as they say.
That's the way to live, Bobby!
Float to whichever direction with guts!
Now with the time I have free,
I'll head down the road labeled 'B'
And have a wonderful time going nuts.