The Sacrifice Rolls The Dice!

Everyone who has ever lived has done this. There are some things that are just a miss. Unless alternate reality you does it. Then it all is infinite or some shit.

Decide on the go.Decide way ahead.Whether win or blow,You've chosen a bed.
Comfy and soft.A big bushy room.Up in a loft.Cold and full of doom.
Missed out on one.Missed out on the other.What's done is done.Go cry to your mother.
Or maybe your wife.Maybe your hubby.The choices of life,Are short, fat, and stubby.
Or maybe tall, thin, and wide.But it has to be one.Or maybe a combo in stride.Either way, sacrificing is done.
Taken that job.Left the other.Ate corn on the cob.Choked and died from smother.
A path not walked.A path always taken.At one you balked.At one you were fakin.
Done and do.Not and did.Out of the blue.Kid or no kid.
Risked or not.Run and ran.Both have a plot.Both have a fan.
One over the two.Two over the one.Whatever is chosen by you,Some sacrificing is done.
Have you ever thought of that? It applies for human, dog, or cat. Every single thing you do means that something is sacrificed at your zoo. As we can't do it all. Not even in a million years at each hall. So we have to sacrifice away and do what we wish at the end of the day. Unless you want mid day when you can roll in the grass. That option is fine by my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.