I’d prefer to live the man who
Knows the art of losing well
With bitterness in his heart
Than the man who exists within indifference.
The natural loser has perfected his art
And means it.
Behind his jaw the gun is always loaded
And the third rail forever lies beneath his tongue.
Do not underestimate the accuracy of each word
Or the distance of his fire.

The man who walks with indifference
Shows the same lack of discipline usually
afforded to an only child
And he has no meaning at all.