What kind of people are they,
If they pack all good things
And kick off the helper in life?
Enjoying all comforts and feasts,
They incur heavy loss to the host
And fly away without gratitude!
At the expense of the partner, they
Celebrate in a grand function all
They can and leave one in soup!
Even the companions they leave
Alone, while going out for a picnic,
When they are out of station.....!
They are the embodiment of ego,
Selfishness and cunningness in one!
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