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Most of this nation has no idea
What hardship is these days,
So when inconvenience comes along,
We plump it up into cancerous strife.
A toothache becomes a cause célèbre,
A pimple ignites a crusade;
Tiffs in the market spawn fervid harangues,
Feuds and boycotts and hasty flights,
Which lead to riots and fisticuffs.
The inconvenience remains untouched.
O the vile injustice of this life!