Hadn’t chose it, probably didn’t know
there was a choice – but to lose it hurts
worse than being denied the off-chance
of sometime fractious notoriety
If this is the scrapheap it looks much
the same as I’ve always had – choice
that doesn’t give favours or else play
favourites with whomever
Come to think of it I’d be suspicious
if it did – not paranoid mind you, I’m
past adolescent fixation that there’s
something out to get me
It already has; it was when a choice
made no sense except in being free –
too late to claim I was mislead into
believing it right – and had to pay
© 9 March 2012, I. D. Carswell
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