Hustle hustle hustle
Your goals are close in sight!
Pray avoid the bustle
It never comes out right
It's a hastle just to hustle
And leave bustle in the back
But if you can maintain this
You'll be on the right track
You do not need a castle
This is just a hastle
To hustle for a castle
Is to hastle for a bustle
I think it goes without saying now, but in case it doesn't
Don't wrassle with a tassel, don't tussle with a mussel
Do not confuse a muse, do not peruse your shoes, don't howl at an owl
On the other hand...
If success is your quest
Then stop lying on your chest
Stop pounding on your breast
The rest of us aren't impressed
To impress us with gusto
You've got to have hustle
A little bit of muscle and a whole lot of pustules
Trust every little muscle
except the ones that hustle
a hustling muscling life
will bring you trouble and strife
oh wait now, no that's a wife!
Perhaps I've got it wrong
But I must still go on
It's too late in this song
The curtain's being drawn
... Hail! To the silly splendor, this is a dorky poem!
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