Bite Not the Finger That Feeds You
Bite not the iteFinger That Feeds You!
The finger feeds you.
It also clothes you.
It satisfies you.
In happiness it puts you,
But why bite it now?
How can you do that, how?
This is to our ethic a fowl.
Alas, this is found every where
In politics, betwixt godfather
And his son, godmother
And her daughter and godson.
Sight it in the night or in the sun.
This is, to my conscience, wrong.
Bite not the finger that feeds you,
For it will stop feeding you
Or you never need through
The finger anything any more?
Or you yourself today are god,
And the feeding finger a son?
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