Workaholic Poem by P K Joy

It’s with scorn that you call me “workaholic”
While you are a lazy alcoholic.
You’re calling me also ‘eager beaver’
And sarcastically ‘the big prime mover’.
You’re teasing me for the hard work I do
That carries the load of the slothful men like you.
If the people like me too stop hard work,
With the deadweight of men like you
the world will wreck.
God while creating the scum like you,
Mercifully made also load-bearers who
Are committed and carry the like of you.
Riding their shoulders you’re mocking those few!
We the bearers assiduously burn our lives’ candles
From both their ends to feed you lazy rascals.
You dirty parasites have never been thankful.
Do at least refrain from being scornful.