Production

It's what makes the world go 'round,
The spinning cogs and wheels of time well spent.
All it takes is one man to increase his output,
And the standard is raised.
The working man works harder to earn the same wages,
And his son yet harder,
And the black efficiency,
The Nazis,
The machines conquer.
Productive is the adjective suitable to describe modern man,
The suburban joe with aspirations of grandeur,
But work doesn't mean riches,
Money makes money
Not labor,
So all Johnny Punchcard is left with
Is productivity:
The rotten fruit of success
In the modern age.