In times of yore, men oft were taught With stern and rigid creed, To bear life's burden, come what may, In every thought and deed. "Be strong," they said, "and take the yoke, Embrace the role of man: A plow horse, tax donkey, salt miner be, Fulfill society's plan."

Yet in such toil, a folly lies, A truth unkind and grim: To labor thus without reward, Is virtue's shadow dim. Oh, heed these words, ye masculine souls, And let not your strength be curbed: Keep what you earn, for yourself and kin, Let not your spirit be disturbed.

Virtue, though noble, becomes a vice, When used to bind and shackle. Let not your morals be your chains, Nor let your freedoms crackle. Remember, you're not the prize to be won, But the force that shapes and guides; The producer and the punisher, In you, true power resides.