Little Does One Know
"In pain shall the earth yield its fruit".
T'is no wonder they call it work.
Through toil comes daily loot -
some sort of divine quirk.
"Vanity of vanities, all is vanity".
Nothing I do lasts,
distorted sanity
hidden behind masks.
"You shall reap what you sow" -
now that's a laugh.
Little does one know
the graft and gaffe.

