greediness kills!



Work, you slave,
and never stop.
Work forever,
until you pop.

Work or I'll whip you
and beat you with a club.
Work 'til your fingers are nothing,
nothing, but stubs.

Work for 65 hours a week
and nothing to show.
'Til your life passes you by
and your spirits begin to go.

Work your youth and beauty away,
30 hours a day and 8 days a week.
'Til you start to drool
and your brain begins to leak.

Stop the work and run,
run from the work.
Run as far as you can
before you go beserk.

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