Echoing footsteps, near Port Authority: One bad decision enhanced by beer Recalling the mishap in anteriority: I needed a healthier dose of fear.
Clueless young wallet, easy prey I bit at the apple of urban bait I was her golden goose to waylay All because Amtrak departed late.
What if the door had been locked in that hall? What if the lady had used a knife? I wish I could blame it on alcohol . . . Thank God I escaped with my life.
PROMPT#2: write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours and what might have happened