That's the terror not spared. "No fair!" you dispair. "Don't you dare!" you declare. There , there, no need to fear, my queer darling dear. No tears. All the same, it's a shame you're so tame. Flattered by fools, fattened on beer and flattened by fear. Failure fear, it's always near, or so I hear. Where there's a will there's a won't. No strain, no pain. No pain, no gain, so don't complain. It's a mistake not to expect mistakes. Your choice, You choose. If you snooze you lose. I must confess I seek success, but not in excess. Try, try, until, by and by,... you die. Trial by Jerry... Mary, Manny and Moe, don'cha know. That's the way it goes. It shows. Find the cause of the faux pas. Draw straws. Break some laws but avoid the jaws. Try or fail you will prevail, so don't wail. Wait a while, my child, wait up late, premeditate. Let desire predominate. Dream up a scheme. Ambush that ambling opportunity ambitiously. Do your best on the tests and don't sweat the rest. Mistakes, well, that's the breaks. The trial's not so vile and you can bear the errors. Shit happens, deal with it.
Way Out West © 1993 Martin Scherer. E-mail: mscherer@tesserak.net