For a piece of cake, a real man
Can never ever leave his destined path
For countless wealth or beautiful woman
He may die, but if the aftermath,
Is lowering him, in his own esteem,
He prefer his esteem in place of pelf,
Or fleshy heady, pleasures, it will seem
Which he loved so dearly, he himself
Will leave for ever. This is true indeed
He may in the bargain end a creep,
Or useless be or he may go to seed
But his commitments he will always keep,
No calculations, counts of loss or gain,
A steed fast man will always so remain.
