Odes of Strangers XIX

Thou Disagreeable Abductor,
Onusion---have you any skill
At portmanteau...?
 
Two maids sleep in your bed---
You live a life of leisure upon the earth
Like a king with his harem.
You plough your heifers with the row
And you make the Jewess cry.
You spread your seed.
You write works
And with your prowess
You bring them to the world.

Me in all my compassion
Cannot take but a few
To hear my desperate pleas.
Yet you amassed a great following
And fortune.

I spend years mastering my craft.
And I am not paid.
I am not successful.
Your enemies feed you
For your words are more alike with theirs
Than mine.