If one finds that failure frequents their mat,
Sloping over, hunched forward, broken pint still glued to inner hand,
simply use the back door and allow the poor soul the rest it truly needs.
Sometimes the shortest way to the goal, is the longest possible avenue worth taking,
while at other times, one must trick their opposition with skullduggery,
painting crooked clues at outposts meant for herrings and moles.
Ignore the afterthought.
Betray the burning thresholds crossed.
Illuminate your skyline with glitter and pearls—
And watch as the atmosphere is infinitely altered with intrinsically profitable rewards.