Gang Aft Agley

GANG AFT AGLEY

What plans have you within our home

    That in the kitchen you boldly roam?

For dropped crumbs, the floor you comb,

   With hope for a morsel to eat,

In cabinets you search for some

   With questing nose and scurrying feet.

Did we not make the division clear;

    Walls between you there and us in here?

We did not break your nest with a shear

    To drive you homeless away;

We offered no solace to ease your fear,

    No invitation with us to stay.

Nature for you chose a rustic alfresco abode;

    To us, lumber, brick and steel were bestowed.

Another meal is all you think to be owed,

    But we look to a more distant future.

We stow away what you eat as soon as showed,

    Caching and investing for a later venture.

If you do not to our construction give,

    Why do you presume herein to live?

The dog and cat are amply appreciative

    And fulfill their household duty;

But you mooch and steal in acts so secretive,

    Our stockpiles seen as your booty.

When at our hearth, at last, we retire

    And reflect upon our years for hire,

Will our savings meet the comfort we desire?

    And will you remain to demand a share

Of all we strove for ourselves to acquire

    With such meek claims for what is fair?

You had no savings account nor 401K plan;

    You consumed all you found during that span.

Contending supply could barely met your demand,

    If you could, say you, you would save,

But then your controlling hunger began,

    All falling to what you immediately crave.

Should we with charity view your misfortune,

    Adding the cost of your support to our commune?

Even our meager wealth makes your need picayune;

    If all, who can, fund but a small bite,

The deductions would not be inopportune,

    But, how I do wish you stay out of sight.