You’ve got unfinished e’s,
Half a cup of tea.
You’re living in the misery
Of everyone to please.

Sixteen unfiled scans.
A desk of half baked plans.
Half an eaten flan.
And an unwashed pan.

Have you put your future in a cage?
Emptied out your rage?
Made sure your busy life
Will hold out till old age?

Stop!
Working in the mine.
And wasting all your time.
Go home!