It Sucks Is What Makes It Great

It sucks is what makes it great
He said as he contemplated his fate

All the world is barren and bleak
I am down in the well, now what should I seek

Surveying now the surrounding gloom
This surely is an awful doom

At the bottom of this terrible well
There is no further fall to fell

Up at the top there is a light
But oh so far and oh so bright

Climbing out will not be swift
And will take all heart and grift

Now I stand at the top
Down below is quite a drop

This triumph of heart and pluck
Would be nothing at all if It didn’t suck