I love paychecks,

Net income,

High-yield savings accounts

I loathe handouts,

Free loaders,

Lazy-bones.

I produce value,

Meet quotas,

Cut Margins

I protest regulations,

Pay politicians,

Seek exploits

I go and make millions for the public good

Create good, honest jobs for those in need of work

Put food on the table for those I employ

I wish Big Brother would come and take a fire hose

To all those yearning, huddled masses bunched up

In My Backyard

I have let the needy ride on my tailcoat long enough

Tolerated the strikes and demands

Made concessions when necessary

Those deadbeat, good-for-nothing, bottom feeders

They glean a couple cents off the dollars 

Of mine that they can find

Criminals, thieves, riff-raff

Never known an honest day's work

Incapable of making something for themselves

I don't feel pity

I don't even feel hate

Wish they could just be rounded up and carried off