Plan B...? To die young. Lo! Thou loiter'd too long.
(Burning all oeuvre save juvenilia: wrong...?)
Plan B...? Exit early! Thou linger'd too late.
Thou shalt die an old-timer of nine, at this rate.
Plan A...? Eighty-six'd. Thou ne'er languish'd nor loll'd --
thou, alas, hit the gas when thou well might have crawl'd.
Plan A...? Down the drain. Best a lounge lizard be.
(Does Plan B guarantee a solution...? Thou'll see...)
