Workhorse Vs. Racing Horse — Life Is Fair For Everyone? Poem by Wei Chao

He's and was tagged as a workhorse.
He works from eight to five,
But lots of extra hours are forced,
A need, has to, must strive.

He trains young recruits, leads newbies,
Takes care operations,
Fulfills clients' needs, makes them please.
Gelded workhorse stations.

Public Relations Manager,
Same start-work date with him,
She was personnel manager,
Recruiter, made to skim.

Thoroughbred, she's a racing horse.
Trainer and vet look after her,
Custom made platform for her course,
Purebred knows how to stir.

Glamour... she brings, that he could not.
He puts sweats, his dear mate,
No need, she doesn't have to, she thought.
Castrated, that's his fate.

They're happy, live their lives,
Their fate and destiny,
Ambitions and drives,
Let go … predestiny?

He knows: what to worry,
Can't let work rate drop,
His focus can't go blurry,
Or, expect a, off, crop.

She knows: what to avoid,
Deadline, bench marks, life loss,
Don't let risk owner void,
What can and can't cross.

At the end of the day,
For workhorse, he's worth skin and meat.
Purebred... she's worth mating.
As always... they need offspring.
Predestined? Is it fair?
Is it fair? Fair for everyone?
Life is fair for everyone?
Life is fair for everyone?