SURVIVAL
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When you walk-in for an interview
there are a hundred more in the queue before you!
At last, when you join a job and settle in your seat
there are scores vying for your meat
since that post yields a lot of carrot!
When you want to open a shop in a busy street
there you see shops a dozen, buzzing with bees!
Oh friend! We have no friends here in this world!
For you, you have to do everything,
bend, blend, mend and pretend!
The same old rule still reigns
Survival of the fittest!
And lo you are no better
than the flora and fauna
Come on, take a stone-axe and run!
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