'Why should he live off the Fat of the Land?'|
Ask the laborer and the unlettered
With Hard Currency all they understand
'How lives a man so Duty-unfettered?'
Concrete and Dollars, for them that is Work
Whispish Ideas and Words don't stack up
He who pursues airy whims is a shirk
On Horse of Life his foot missed the stirrup
How could they see the Real Effort involved
In bucking the very Bronco of Life
I must needs be sufficiently evolved
To make Art out of their Ignoble Strife
To construe from Life some Higher Meaning
I repay all the Fat I am gleaning.