Opportunity cost.
It’s Heads and Tail.
His choice entails a derailment
Of the path first unveiled.
Growing pains.
Under his sheets.
It’s just my stomach!
He wails.
“Opportunity cost is a thing,”
He says.
She smiles and laughs.
Economizing his past.
She’s checked his balance.
He’s not stable.
She knows his words to be a Fable.
Dotted Eyes, Dilated Teas.
Crossed Off Boxes and Degrees.
Crawling Backwards on his Knees.
Eats Tabs and Stems.
Then Shoots and Leaves.
So quit denying,
Cause you’ve gone and got,
Twisted, in another Knot.
He’s not a Musk, nor a Kurt Vonnegut
So put the Cat back in his Cradle.
Sophisticated Idleness 