There is always more to do
Another task to carry through
Yet more labor fit for rue
And another thing is true:
Some of those who will complain
Will repeat the sad refrain
That they labored to attain
So others needs must work again
But they do not count the cost
Used a system that's now lost
Giving nothing like a toss
For others' pain when they're the boss
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