“Choice”

         “Choice”

Choices come few,

Dreamer issues are true.

Permanent barriers, times two

Vicarious life I wonder,

All obsolete, heart sunder.

To those who ponder,

There’s another, you know,

From a world of, all show,

A metamorphosis, on hold,

Genetics in service, I’m told.

Valued to none, on fore front,

Praise from all, on constant hunt.

Though worthy to, this famed name,

Cosmetic surgery, are remain the same.

All these attributes,

Entrusted to pretty,

Ugly boasted,

Only defeat.

        Jim

Pro: Obama

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