Definitions.

Ah, success so sour!Can you recognize me now?When people praise moments of our infamyas much as our deeds that stoke their needy flames, to softly tickle those andirons caressing their bleeding hearts.

Well, who defines you anyhow?Paint me as a failure. Why should I care? I’m nothing but all I’ve given, gumdrops of blood and suffering.Never did I toss any card for you.
No. I played every hand for that spray of delightful Chantilly,sweating in that close embrace of bucking finality.
Go ahead and settle. Close your deals. Take your credit, your success, all of it.I’ll gladly choose every waking moment of struggle instead.It’s more. And it’s sweet.