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The underdog who has no bark
Rarely gets a chance to bite
From life’s mishaps a share of scraps
No option for respite
For those who have the much of it
Complain the most about the poor
As if the consequence of circumstance
Is merely Mother Nature’s law
Calling out the starving scrounger
At the lowest point in life
For being lazy lacking aptitude
Therefore, deserving of his strife
If the ladder that you find yourself
Has rungs replaced with empty spaces
Without a hand to pull you up
There’ll be no chance of better places
Salute the favoured through coincidence
Bestowed with reassuring guides
Given confidence and self-belief
Along with all that cash provides
The cunning guy controls supply
Cutting best deals for the pack
Conserving and preserving grace
Granting ne’er do well’s no slack
And if by luck you earn a cosy buck
A state provisional at best
The power brokers good idea
Will work out ways to grab your chest.
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