Deadbeats
Deadbeats
Written: by Miracle Man
August 5 2021
They avoid opportunities in which to shine,
they’ve refused to work, and have chosen to whine,
Steady work would mean they might perspire,
So they depend on others for each heart’s desire.
They feel entitled and are always scowling,
and like a hit dog, they’re always howling.
Believing one day a year, if you sweat you’ll die,
and not knowing which day, they refuse to try.
“There is no labor that a man can do that’s undignified-
if he does it right.”
Bill Cosby
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