They call me an ass,
I am doomed to hear.
It’s a derogatory term,
This I no longer fear.
For if I am the ass,
What are the masters?
The bastards, the sloths,
The extravagant lackers?
I carry their loads,
I protest all not but rarely,
If I am to be working,
They will be merry.
So tell me now,
Who shall longer last?
The arrogant bastard,
Or the hardworking ass?
