sonnet Odd job yourself is

Odd job yourself is such a chore dirt cheap
It clips the middle man and costs down low
It garners greater plaudits since you grow
A margin larger means much more you reap
This shallow cyber citys sparkling heap
A crackling kilobyte in flames of foe
Ad hominem in situ and quid pro quo
I put off puerile tantrums mutely weep
Theres councillors employed to hum and hedge
Theres underminers moved to much emend
Theres hoochies who grab gold around the bend
Theres alpha bears and bulls on cliff top edge
Id rather roll up sleeves and go to work
Than shake a fist at fellows who just shirk
Chorus work labour toil