My Way Or The Highway

He lives at the Hotel California
where, I’m told, you can check

out but never leave. It’s on a
one-way street called My Way

Or The Highway. I had known
him a long time but didn’t

know where he lived until one
day he told me, in no un-

certain terms, where he lived
and asked me to check it out

but that I had to get there
his way. He said it’s My Way

Or The Highway, and preferr-
ing to travel on two-way streets

of coming and going, I decided
to take the highway and not

the one-way street, My Way Or
The Highway even if it meant

never checking into the Hotel
California.

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