Choices

My choice was always,

the one that we did first. 

My choice was rarely,

the one that quenched our thirst.

……

Your choice, the one that

made us cry?

Your choice, was one that

made your other choices die.

……

So yes. Its my choice.

My choice you squirmy little thing.

Not yours. Not theirs.

But mine.
Said man to the bottom of his drink.

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