Robert Frost Can Fuck Off

There are always poems about a grand road
A choice of magnitude & grand symbolism,
But what if the right road is the boring one
The one without the crazy hitchhikers
Or the road kill, but the one were you don’t
Speed, the music is easy listening
And it is more important to keep
Going forward and not make any
Sudden turns.

It is not the danger that is scary;
It is the monotony; seeing the same field,
The same clouds that ever so slightly change.
That is the toughest road, but only when
You know it is the right one–when you
Can’t get off it. Then it feels like the
Longest road in the world…
No matter how right it is.

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