Two Bums

The bum on the rods is hunted down
cs the enemy of mankind,
The other is driven around to his club
Is feted, wined and dined

cnd they who curse the bum on the rods
cs the essence of all that is bad,
Will greet the other with a winning smile,
cnd extend a hand so glad

The bum on the rods is a social flea
Who gets an occasional bite,
The bum on the plush is a social leech
Blood-sucking day and night

The bum on the rods is a load so light
That his weight we scarcely feel,
But it takes the labor of dozens of men
To furnish the other a meal

cs long as you sanction the bum on the plush
The other will always be there,
But rid yourself of the bum on the plush
cnd the other will disappear

Then make an intelligent, organized kick,
Get rid of the weights that crush.
Don't worry about the bum on the rods,
Get rid of the bum on the plush!