The Worker: Coming Up Short
I worked all day in His vineyard;
Pete worked just an hour or two!
Yet he got paid the same as me!
I ask you now just what’s his due?
I agreed to a full day’s wage,
I agreed, that’s true;
But in all fairness, you must see,
Pete should not get the same as me!
I’ll never work for Him again,
No more to clip His vines!
Just to see His grapes grow fine,
Fit to produce smart wine!
What the Hell does He think this is?
Some bloody charity?
Incomprehensible, I think!
To give the same to him, to me!
Well, let the others till and hoe,
Let them His weeds remove!
I’m off to another country,
With a payout I‘ll approve.
So farewell, all you fools who stay
To work for such an untoward man!
I’ll get my just desserts elsewhere—
And any way I can, you bet,
Any way I can!
