Good Times Imperiled

   Today’s workplaces incommodious
   Laid off, the exuberant and joyous
     Atmosphere’s sterile
     Good times imperiled
   Efficiency’s drumbeat will destroy us
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Brotherton Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 2:25 PM
Robots have no need for fun.
Wolf Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 6:25 PM
True, and robots don't take breaks or days off either...
Rodrigues Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 11:29 AM
Good times down the commode!
Lawless Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 6:04 AM
They once wanted to break up my crew on a job because we were having too much fun
Wolf Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 6:32 PM
Gasp! Work should never ever be fun. ~ Simon Legree
Greenhough Avatar
March 24, 2024 at 9:46 PM
A poem that tells our present woes. A four day week would be good. Thanks for this limerick.
Wolf Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 6:36 PM
How about a 7-day week? ~ Mr. Unpopularity
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