Who do things just for love,
For hardly any return,
You could monetarily think of,
And then you went to the man,
Who was generous, within his means,
Which did not include spare time,
Or money, when things were lean,
And then there was the government,
Which demanded you close your mind,
Lest you really start to ponder,
What your concience might find.
And now you're alright,
Doing what you love to do,
And you have cash and time and pride,
Which is all-deserving to you.
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