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