The sweat goes without saying
through the throng in a going
with only a few being occupied
the rest remain satisfied
enjoying the fruits of the hard-working
passing comments without reckoning
not doing things at all in the move
but kidding over that being done with a reprove
building over the perspiration of those who do
finally ejecting them out from the main stream in a go
that has been the fate of those who toil
not leaving anything in the midst of the boil
tending with great care and attention
really getting nothing back only detention.
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