Who will help these helpless helpers?
Who have become helpful hustlers
Against the code of divine provision
Becoming cakewinners
To the delight of the breadlosers
Watch as the cakewinners
Jump off those beds
Hopping hurriedly dishevelled around the living rooms
Running after those over punctual staff buses
A daily predawn ritual
Maids of horror
Have taken over those homes
Serving as mothers
To those motherless children
Whose mothers are well alive
The hugs of these maids do suffice the kids
And their melodious lullabies set them at rest
Enough they get from these maids
And do not care about the faces
Of hustlers they rarely see
The breadlosers of course
Cut the corners with the caring maids
Lick their fingers daily
After each delicious meal
Prepared by the assistant wives
The hustlers do well to get the cheques
Good enough to buy goodies
Always presented on their behalf
By assistant mothers
While the bread losers count their gains
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