Oh how endlessly you deride
someone who used to hitch a ride
but who now drives a brand-new car
as he earns his keep there not far.
'Money badly he earned you thought
was with what he had the car bought,
yours was such an adverse judgment,
which comes from one so imprudent.
You must have first taken the pains
to see each thing that here obtains,
of how your work in your place go,
all that with hard work he went through.
For your full-day big assistance
all that you get is mere pittance,
but lucky one yourself, you feel,
smug in thought that you dress well.
He was the man one firm needed
to save it from being near-red,
he brought it back on its own feet
to once again earn great profit.
For what he did, seen so immense,
he earned himself huge recompense,
now he and his brood gaily dwell
in house where they no more hovel.
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