Effort and Success (Iron and Steel and Tin)

Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work before you're tirin', how much tin and steel and iron? You wanted it easy so you decided on iron first, and you bellied right up to the bar to slake your thirst. You didn't like the way I looked at you and then my drink, so you shot me dead and you wound up in the clink. Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work for to seal the deal, how much iron and tin and steel? You found it a little hard when steel came next, a new kind of bar behind your original pretext. You didn't like the nuisance of penitentiary life, so no one cried when your ribs caught a knife. Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much work do you want to put in, how much iron and steel and tin? You looked around when you felt the thin tin blade, and your eyelids shuttered like a curtain shade. You didn't like the prospect of seeing your own blood, so you pitched over neatly into penitentiary mud (and I watched you pitch over into penitentiary mud). Effort, call effort the discriminator. Call success, success the delineator. How much iron, steel, tin and such, oh how much, how much, how much?

(written while watching Mia and Jonah on Dec. 16th at Prism Cafe; demoed on New Year's Eve with help from Gori Do, GarageBand, an M-Audio Keystation 61es, a Logitech USB headset and a fortuitous passing police-car siren)

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