Would you put icing and cream on a plain cake,
Then eat an ice block instead or throw it in the lake;
Get the right rice from the wheat in paddly's field,
And write all down on paper so that it would yield.
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These are the dumb things we consider in productivity poetry,
Because you can't please everybody with intelligence and property;
The product will live and the productivity can't die,
And he came back with a fast one and it's a big lie!
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At the pace that I work with my face in the word,
The letter comes quickly and it's a slow moving world;
The earth is so big with so much productivity to do,
That we all need to get it right and right work to true.
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I write through my mind with the ink right through the pen,
Like a pig drinking it and the food blood bone and hen;
Chickens lay eggs at such productivity, the cock has to deny,
And I'll eat this poetry whether electronic pulp will try.
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Productivity means packets and brackets and things in the bin,
And the litter and letter will sell cells and sin cin;
And if you really work hard enough you can put you're feet up and rest,
And the television tell you what you need to know best.
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Then this is the rubbish that the rest couldn't write,
It is as good as anybody and productivity is right;
For massive amounts of work get done every day for money,
And this little sparrow builds a nest for tomorrow.
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Signed,
Sleeping in bed
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