By perceptions of quality of effort
Or a belief in false ideas and view
You might well have done a lot
But now those who did less
Leave you no way to say
Why the proceeds are split
In that oddly unequal way
Caught in the midst of a choice
Leaving you in the quandary
Choosing for yourself alone
Or to give everyone a voice
To give equal shares unfairly
Or give exactly accurate splits
Does it burn in your deepest core
The wrongness of the choice
If it leaves you in a rotten place
If one person did everything
But everyone thinks otherwise
Will the hard worker be despised
Asking for a fair cut by the hours
The others working, but less so
Now disgruntled by the split
It burns in the gut of the one
He came to labor, not for fun
The others did do something
But had less serious outlooks
It comes to is at their core
Happiness and work for pay
Labor hard work to get more
Sweat of the brow, exhaustion
Isn't for fun, but to earn a wage
