Settled

You were guilty of committing the same mistake which afflicts ninety nine percent of humankind:  You were too conservative when the situation called for decisive action!  You froze in the batter’s box while a waist-high fastball whizzed by you uncontested.  You took glee in capturing a pawn when a knight was there for the taking.  You asked the Plain Jane to dance when a wet-dream vixen was seated right next to her at the “it” nightclub.  You settled for a putrid outcome when aggressive maneuvering was still possible.  You preened and postured for too long when immediate action was not only called for, but absolutely necessary.  You fucked up, in other words—Fucked up royally!!!—and no silky words or mealy-mouthed excuse-making will change this inescapable fact one scintilla.  You could have had the world by the tail but you aimed lower and instead wound up gripping that malodorous orifice immediately beneath the tail.