Reaping the garden of another's growing,
They scorn the sweat of other's brow.
Why have I been so wearily sowing?
Playing carelessly since the day's dawning,
Pining hungrily for the harvest, now
Reaping the garden of another's growing.
Leave me just a crumb, knowing
Not what I'm to do, or ever how.
Why have I been so wearily sowing?
Pressure increases from a bully's gloating,
Am I to be pastured as a lowing cow?
Reaping the garden of another's growing,
There is never enough of desperate giving
To cause their mouths to drop -- 'Wow!'
Why have I been so wearily sowing?
I think I'll turn tonight these tables groaning
Without so much as a mealy bow,
Reaping the garden of another's growing
Why have I been so wearily sowing?
Speaking of Losers, here's my brother's boss' cousin mouthing off wit his usual illiterate bravado (just scroll down to Cleftus Lopp, it was a bad day when Interwebs were run out to the trailor park). I think Cleftus even embarrasses Joe, and thats a hard thing to do
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