No money's to be had

[dukealien]

There are so many keyboard warriors,
armchair farmers and farriers,
who think they're smarter than the rest
because they flunked the final test
and graduated only from the best
of schools, they think, the one of knocks -
these cocks are the first to shout
instead of being stout
heroic and stoic
when the hospital beds run out
and they cough their rogue lungs out.

There's no medal for flunking school,
No prize for being a fool.

I like the concept of an armchair farrier - working with horses, hammer and tongs, but no need to muck out the stables.  Or dodge the one that kicks.

Other than that, the poem meanders a bit on the way to its final couplet.  Worth it to qualify the noble-savage myth that all sons of toil are pure-hearted non-SOBs, but for some reason the plumbers, finish-carpenters and welders who never saw diplomas with their names on them seem to find money quite adroitly.