THE HAND THAT FEEDS Feb. 6/84 Karl Rigelhof

You do not bite the hand that feeds
That pats you proudly on the head
Do not beg for what you need
Just be thankful for what you have instead

You do not fight that hand that leads
It commands with an iron grip
Obedience to what you believe
As you follow the path you hope you do not slip

You've bitten off the hand that feeds
Severed clean above the wrist
You're being devoured by your own greed
And now you see it's come to this

You do not spite the hand that bleeds
From scraping its way through the dirt
Crawling on the ground they plead
For they shall receive their just deserts

You have lost the hand that feeds
Your hunger grows now that you're alone
You may lick your wounds but they won't come clean
Now you realize that the hand was your own