Sour Grapes

What gratitude is of greater reprise, Appraisal sought within four wall confines. Yet tests congure my personal demise, Subpar intelligence is redefined. Determined only by pure blood descent, Whose family heritage dominates. But haste, why linger, such foul discontent, Saved from years of unethical debate. Bitter sweet rejection bore new mercies, Undrained from society's precedent. To pursue a life without fallicies, Devoid of tragic human sentiment. For now, I delight, reap labour's success. My life is all mine, to live and to rest.