Some things we all take for granted
Like the right for freedom by work to be supplanted;
But why not enjoy a weekend constant,
And randomly keep responsibility distant?
Couldn’t the motive for work
Be something we totally try to shirk?
After all, it’s a desire based not just on the lure of money,
And this is where it gets a bit funny,
We’re by the protestant work ethic compelled
To treat leisure as something to be somewhat repelled,
And us poor, old members of the proletariat
Are whipped and rounded up as if by a lariat;
So don’t take this scam as a grant,
Don’t be the man who worked too hard;
It might be a choice that’s as hard as granite
But it’s apt to attack an attitude that’s consuming our planet.