PRODUCTIVITY

The machine is king
Making money is god
Selfishness is the religion

The underdog is the new third estate
The backbone of society
Is the modern slave
As he gets only the minimum wage

Up we arise in the morning
And off to work we go
We might not be home
In time for dinner
As work is all we know

To the boss we will be productive eventually
To our family we are never there
We have become so numb
That we done even care

Wages are low
Our pensions are cut
Our hearts are filled with rage
We long not for the good old days
For they never existed in any age

What should we do?
Economic gains benefit the country they claim
Yet we wish the hard slog
Of the factory floor
Wasn’t such a right drain

When we rise up they complain
Productivity is lost they claim
Businesses want excessive profits
And managers global fame
No one cares about our desperate poverty

Downing tools does not help
We just bring home a lot less
We buy the basics with our pittance
And rage at what we will never get

Forever lambasted for inefficiency
We never get the chance to prove our might
No wonder the economy is in such blight
Is there no salary increase insight?

We are to the bosses
Robots clothed in skin
That must be pushed harder and harder
So his bonus can be bigger
We always comply
Despite getting none of the pie

One day our hard work will pay off
One day we will retire
Until then we will work hard
For no wage makes life dire