Robert Verdon, #32, And Work Shall Make You Free

daydreaming, burning till dawn

get off your arse and get a job

you lazy bugger,

don’t revolutionise your own

instrument of production —

be like Jim and Jemima

who produce by carrying

something work-related around

all day, always heading somewhere,

never at their desks,

busy busy busy

talking talking talking

they’re so lazy

the devil makes work for idle hands

we don’t need due process for these people

send ’em back where they came from

they won’t work

burning oil, blackmailing

someone else to do their

actual unproductive jobs,

which add entropy to the gross global product,

totting up their salary and complaining that

their taxes are being wasted on the unemployed,
upon whom all sights train —

imperious as generals

obedient as corporals

lazy enough to swallow anything.