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  • Government of Oops (National Embarrassment Tour)

    Government of Oops (National Embarrassment Tour)



    REBELLIOUSBARD

    Another week. Another announcement.
    Another opportunity to make it worse.

    Government of Oops (National Embarrassment Tour) finds RebelliousBard surveying the Labour government as less a functioning administration than an increasingly elaborate travelling farce. Broken promises, abandoned policies, U-turns, excuses and carefully staged announcements pile up until incompetence itself starts to look like the only consistent policy. This isn’t a song waiting patiently for the government to find its feet. It’s the sound of someone who has already concluded that the people promising to fix Britain have become another part of the problem.

    Government of Oops (National Embarrassment Tour)



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    FOR THE RECORD

    Welcome to the circus… grab a seat
    Another week, another episode

    Another promise broken, another grand plan fails
    Another U-turn announced with the usual sails
    They swear they’re here to lead us, but the punchline’s getting old
    Every bold declaration melts in the daylight cold
    They talk about integrity with perfectly straight faces
    While the country reads the news and laughs in all the wrong places

    They promise revolution with a PowerPoint slide
    But even the bullet points look like they want to hide

    This is the Government of Oops, the National Embarrassment Tour
    Every week another headline hits the floor
    They didn’t win the people they just won by default
    Now they’re stumbling through failure like it’s nobody’s fault
    This is the Cabinet of Chaos, the Ministry of Shrugs
    Where every fresh disaster gets swept under the rugs
    Government of Oops, the never-ending show
    National embarrassment stealing the whole show

    They lecture us daily on fairness and light
    While the scales of justice tilt out of sight
    They blame the previous lot, they blame the weather
    They blame everyone else for holding it together
    Public services crumbling, communities bleed
    Your “change” feels more like a slow retreat

    This is the Government of Oops, the National Embarrassment Tour

    They’ll hold another press conference with nobody in the room
    Just a lonely lectern and the smell of impending doom
    They talk about “trust” with trembling, well-rehearsed grins
    While the nation mutters, “Here we go again.”

    This is the Government of Oops, the National Embarrassment Tour
    Every week another headline hits the floor
    They didn’t win the people they just won by default
    Now they’re stumbling through failure like it’s nobody’s fault
    Government of Oops, the never-ending show
    National embarrassment stealing the whole show

    Government of Oops
    National Embarrassment Tour
    Another week… another show

    WHY THIS SONG EXISTS

    Government of Oops (National Embarrassment Tour) wasn’t prompted by one particular Labour disaster. It came from the accumulation of them. RebelliousBard watched a government elected on promises of change move from announcement to retreat, from policy to U-turn and from one explanation for failure to the next, while insisting that competent government had returned. The song turns that frustration into a running joke: Britain hasn’t simply acquired another disappointing government, but a national embarrassment permanently on tour, unveiling a fresh performance every week and somehow still expecting applause.

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More? RebelliousBard
  • Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?



    REBELLIOUSBARD

    Keep your cap in your hand.
    And remember to be grateful.

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More? takes Oliver Twist’s empty bowl and drops it into modern Britain. Farmers, pensioners, workers, taxation, immigration and political privilege all feed into the same accusation: the people expected to sustain the country increasingly feel they have to beg their own government for something in return. RebelliousBard turns that resentment into the album’s central image — Britain standing at the table, bowl extended, politely asking whether its own people might finally have some more.

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?



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    FOR THE RECORD

    Another day… another bowl of thin gruel
    Please sir… can I have some more?

    We queue up politely like the good little boys
    Asking for scraps from the table of the noise
    They give us the crust while they feast on the roast
    Then tell us to smile and be grateful the most
    We built this country with blood, sweat and pride
    Now we’re begging for crumbs on the losing side

    We say “please sir” with our caps in our hands
    While they laugh in their towers and redraw the lands

    Please sir, can I have some more?
    Just a little respect for the country we bore
    We’re bleeding out slowly, but half don’t care
    They’ll vote for the devil if he combs his hair
    Please sir, can I have some more?
    A nation worth fighting for, not keeping score!

    They tax the farmers, freeze out the old
    Import the chaos, then act shocked when it’s cold
    The media spins it, the suits pat their backs
    While the working man’s left with the empty sacks

    Please sir, can I have some more?

    We’re not asking for much, just a fair bloody go
    A country that works for the people below
    But the table’s for them and the scraps are for us
    The great British promise reduced to dust

    Please sir, can I have some more?
    Just a little respect for the country we bore
    We’re bleeding out slowly, but half don’t care
    They’ll vote for the devil if he combs his hair
    Please sir, can I have some more?
    A nation worth fighting for, not keeping score!

    Please sir… can I have some more?
    Please sir… can I have some more?

    WHY THIS SONG EXISTS

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More? was built around the famous image from Oliver Twist: a hungry child holding out an empty bowl and daring to ask for another helping. For RebelliousBard, it became a particularly fitting picture of modern Britain — ordinary people paying more, watching public services deteriorate and seeing political priorities move increasingly further from their own lives, yet still being expected to ask politely for consideration. There is no single scandal behind the song because the frustration is cumulative. The empty bowl represents the argument running throughout the album: people who believe they have contributed to their country should not feel like supplicants when they ask their government to put them first.

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More? RebelliousBard
  • UK Wake Up

    UK Wake Up



    REBELLIOUSBARD

    They told us not to look.
    Eventually, everybody looked.

    UK, Wake Up closes the album by turning all of its arguments into one final demand: pay attention. Immigration, public services, political promises, institutional failure and the growing distance between official explanations and everyday experience have appeared throughout the record. Here they become part of the same question — how long can people be told that everything is manageable when their own experience tells them otherwise? It is angry, but it isn’t a surrender. The song ends where the album ultimately wants to leave the listener: looking, questioning and refusing to accept decline simply because somebody in authority has found a reassuring word for it.

    UK Wake Up



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    FOR THE RECORD

    They told us not to worry, They told us not to stare

    Funny how they always do

    The doctor’s booked until the winter
    The school’s put cabins in the yard
    The council says we’re thriving
    People laugh because it’s hard
    The minister says “manageable”
    The numbers say it’s fine
    Another carefully shaped headline
    Another carefully drawn line
    The papers pick their version
    The pundits choose their side
    The country’s changing by the week
    Yet somehow we’re denied
    We’ve heard the speeches
    We’ve heard the plans
    We’ve heard “full control”
    From half a dozen different men

    UK, wake up How much more can we take?
    UK, wake up Before it’s too late
    The pressure goes up The answers don’t come
    The promises made The damage gets done
    UK, wake up Open your eyes

    UK, wake up See through the lies
    They talk and they talk But nothing gets through
    UK, wake up They’re not listening to you

    One side says it’s numbers
    One side says it’s hate
    One side says it’s necessary
    One side says it’s far too late
    Legal numbers climbing
    Boats still crossing too
    Every year another target
    Every year they miss it through
    A town becomes a postcode
    A village becomes a queue
    Everybody sees the changes
    Nobody agrees what to do
    The minister blames the last one
    The last one blames the next
    And nothing ever moves forward
    It just gets more complex

    Just one more speech
    Just one more fix

    Just one more promise
    Dressed up as something that will stick

    UK, wake up How much more can we take?
    UK, wake up Before it’s too late
    The pressure goes up The answers don’t come
    The promises made The damage gets done

    UK, wake up Open your eyes
    UK, wake up See through the lies
    They talk and they talk But nothing gets through
    UK, wake up They’re not listening to you

    Don’t tell me this is working
    Don’t tell me it’s all fine
    Don’t tell me every question
    Has to fit a party line
    We’re living with the consequences
    We’re paying every day
    While people in expensive suits
    Explain the problem away

    They call it growth They call it progress
    They call it fear They call it change
    Funny how the words keep changing
    While the pressure stays the same

    UK, wake up How much more can we take?
    UK, wake up Before it’s too late
    The pressure goes up The answers don’t come
    The promises made The damage gets done
    UK, wake up Open your eyes

    UK, wake up See through the lies
    They’ve had the power They’ve had the time
    They’ve had the benefit Of every doubt we’ve given
    UK, wake up How much more can we take?
    UK, wake up Before it’s too late

    UK, wake up

    UK, wake up

    They told us not to worry
    They told us not to stare
    Funny

    Now everybody’s looking

    WHY THIS SONG EXISTS

    UK, Wake Up was written as the closing statement of Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?. Unlike several songs on the album, it was not triggered by one incident. It comes from the accumulation of them: rising pressure on services, immigration, missed political promises and the repeated insistence that concerns visible in everyday life are exaggerated, misunderstood or somehow illegitimate. The title is deliberately simple. After an album spent arguing about what has gone wrong, the final song asks for something more useful than another promise — for people to look at the country around them, make up their own minds and care enough about its future to demand better.

    Please Sir, Can I Have Some More? RebelliousBard
  • (Advert) DreamSleep [Corporate Wellness System]

    (Advert) DreamSleep [Corporate Wellness System]



    PRE™

    Rest is necessary.
    Inefficiency is not.

    DreamSleep™ extends PRE’s interest in productivity into the hours normally considered private. Sleep is repackaged as another managed service: measured, optimised and quietly aligned with the requirements of the following day. Even unconsciousness becomes an opportunity for improvement, with emotional irregularities identified and corrective dreaming applied while the customer is conveniently unavailable for comment.

    (Advert) DreamSleep [Corporate Wellness System]



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    Trouble sleeping beneath late-stage capitalism?
    DreamSleep™ understands

    Soft blue lighting for exhausted minds
    Guided breathing synchronized to quarterly targets
    Drift away with medically optimized comfort
    And awaken ready to serve tomorrow

    DreamSleep™
    Rest Is Productivity

    DreamSleep™
    Now With Deeper Compliance

    Monitoring emotional irregularities
    Corrective dreaming initiated

    DreamSleep™
    Because unconsciousness should also be efficient

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  • PLEASE REMAIN ENTERTAINED

    PLEASE REMAIN ENTERTAINED



    PRE™

    Attention is required.
    Entertainment makes it easier.

    Please Remain Entertained is PRE at its most accommodating. Comfort, distraction and reassurance are offered continuously, while the distinction between entertainment and compliance quietly disappears. Shopping, advertising, social media and sponsored optimism all serve the same useful purpose: keeping the audience occupied, responsive and safely within the signal. PRE asks very little in return. Continued attention will be sufficient.

    PLEASE REMAIN ENTERTAINED



    ► PRE™ • PLEASE REMAIN ENTERTAINED • The Adjustment Period BUY
    TEXT

    Citizens
    Your entertainment levels are critically low
    Please remain calm
    Please remain available

    Tonight
    Comfort has been authorized

    Long days beneath fluorescent skies
    Silent rooms and tired eyes
    Waiting for the weekend cure
    Scrolling for something pure

    Shopping bags and payday dreams
    Everything brighter than it seems
    Plastic futures, polished lies
    Selling weather for your mind

    The speakers hum above the crowd
    Too cheerful and a little loud
    Somewhere behind the smiling screens
    The machine still needs believers

    Stay awake
    Stay amused
    Stay responsive
    Stay approved

    Please Remain Entertained
    Your Compliance Brings Comfort
    Please Remain Entertained
    Mental Balance Restored

    Please Remain Entertained
    The signal never ends
    Please Remain Entertained
    Your satisfaction is our friend

    Food court prophets bless the rain
    Airport lounges numb the brain
    Cinema saints and arcade kings
    Selling joy in tiny things

    The adverts know your favourite fear
    They whisper softly in your ear
    No need to suffer, no need to wait
    Happiness ships in standard weight

    Escalators climbing slow
    Nowhere certain left to go
    Every corridor the same
    Different logos, same refrain

    Reminder
    Customer fulfilment remains our highest priority

    Livestream faces flicker bright
    Artificial Friday nights
    Perfect strangers selling grace
    Through ring-light halos on their face

    Every memory gets revised
    Colour corrected, optimized
    Past and future carefully staged
    Sponsored youth and managed rage

    Somewhere beneath the neon haze
    People disappear for days
    Trading silence for the feed
    Feeding every private need

    No complaints
    No delay
    Please continue
    To obey

    Please Remain Entertained
    Your Compliance Brings Comfort
    Please Remain Entertained
    Mental Balance Restored

    Please Remain Entertained
    The signal never ends
    Please Remain Entertained
    Your satisfaction is our friend

    Failure to remain entertained
    May result in independent reflection

    Independent reflection
    May cause dissatisfaction
    Identity instability
    Consumer withdrawal

    Please remain available

    Entertained
    Entertained
    Entertained

    Remain
    Remain
    Remain

    Maybe we were always here
    Buying comfort, renting fear
    Waiting for the perfect sign
    That everything would turn out fine

    Maybe every glowing screen
    Only mirrors what we’ve been
    Lonely hearts beneath machine light
    Trying to make the signal right

    The city flickers after dark
    Tiny windows, tiny sparks
    And somewhere through the static rain
    We sing the slogan once again

    Citizens
    You have been patient
    You have been loyal
    You have been seen

    The future is now boarding
    Please keep your tray tables upright
    And your emotions professionally moderated

    Please Remain Entertained
    Your Compliance Brings Comfort
    Please Remain Entertained
    Mental Balance Restored

    Please Remain Entertained
    The Signal Never Dies
    Please Remain Entertained
    Beneath synthetic skies

    Please Remain Entertained
    The Future Is Fully Sponsored
    Please Remain Entertained
    Until All Feeling Is Recorded

    Please Remain Entertained
    Please Remain Entertained
    Please Remain Entertained

    Thank you
    For your continued attention

    We hope
    You enjoyed the experience

    Goodnight

    The Adjustment Period PRE™
  • (Advert) SATISFY [Mood Beverage]

    (Advert) SATISFY [Mood Beverage]



    PRE™

    Some feelings are useful.
    Others require adjustment.

    SATISFY™ introduces PRE’s answer to the unnecessary burden of managing your own emotional state. Conveniently packaged and available throughout participating Entertainment Zones, the Mood Beverage promises flavour, reassurance and improved productivity in a single approved serving. Possible side effects are clearly disclosed. Continued consumption remains a matter of personal choice, naturally.

    (Advert) SATISFY [Mood Beverage]



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    Packed with government-approved self-esteem
    Crack the can and drift away
    Productivity starts today

    Satisfy™
    Drink The Feeling Away
    Satisfy™
    Three Delicious Flavours Of Obey

    Warning: side effects may include
    emotional flattening
    memory loss
    consumer dependency

    Satisfy™
    Available Now In All Entertainment Zones

    The Adjustment Period PRE™
  • Food Court Cathedral

    Food Court Cathedral



    PRE™

    Consumption has its rituals.
    Every ritual requires somewhere to gather.

    Food Court Cathedral turns an ordinary shopping-centre food court into a place of worship built from brands, promotions and routine. Meals become communion, advertising becomes scripture and the passing of time is measured in seasonal menus and limited offers. Beneath all the polished surfaces, the people remain recognisably human: bored workers, exhausted parents, teenagers, pensioners and diners repeating the same familiar rituals. PRE does not need to build the cathedral. It merely understands the congregation.

    Food Court Cathedral



    ► PRE™ • Food Court Cathedral • The Adjustment Period BUY
    TEXT

    Attention customers
    The food court is now entering evening service
    Please consume responsibly
    Please consume continuously

    Plastic palm trees underneath skylight rain
    Children trading dopamine for arcade tickets
    Teen romance glowing in sodium light
    By the frozen yoghurt counter every Friday night
    Old men staring through steam from paper cups
    Like prophets waiting for the escalators upward
    Every surface polished into artificial heaven
    Every smile rehearsed by marketing departments
    Orange trays stacked like communion plates
    Salt and grease perfume the air vents
    Security cameras blooming red in the corners
    Tiny electronic gods above the diners
    The smoothie stand worker repeats the same phrase
    Nine hundred times beneath the neon haze

    Refill
    Upgrade
    Combo meal salvation
    Limited-time transcendence

    Food Court Cathedral
    Pray beneath fluorescent stars
    Food Court Cathedral
    Plastic saints behind the bars
    French fry halos, soda-stream dreams
    Everything glowing in synthetic beams
    Everybody eating like the world might end
    Under holy light from the vending machines

    Teenagers orbit the Sbarro shrine
    Trading counterfeit futures for mozzarella slices
    Businessmen vibrating from caffeine storms
    Reading economic collapse beside the napkin dispensers
    The janitor moves like a tired ghost
    Mopping up after the lunchtime apostles
    Corporate banners hanging from the ceiling
    Promotion Is Happiness printed in smiling letters
    Somewhere a birthday party screams itself hoarse
    While exhausted parents stare into middle distance
    Tiny sneakers squeaking against polished tile
    Like anxious rodents trapped in capitalism
    Outside the parking lot flickers in heat
    Rows of identical cars waiting silently

    You could spend your entire life here
    Breakfast… lunch… dinner… decay
    Seasonal menus replacing the passage of time
    Nobody notices the windows never open

    Eat Eat Eat Eat
    Consume Consume Consume
    Happy Hour Salvation
    Buy One Get One Free

    Food Court Cathedral
    Pray beneath fluorescent stars
    Food Court Cathedral
    Plastic saints behind the bars
    French fry halos, soda-stream dreams
    Everything glowing in synthetic beams
    Everybody eating like the world might end
    Under holy light from the vending machines

    Food Court Cathedral
    Every prayer comes with a brand
    Food Court Cathedral
    Tiny kingdoms built on snack stands
    Neon sermons, processed grace
    Barcode numbers take your place
    Everybody smiling while the speakers sang
    Nothing holy left beneath the clang

    Attention customers
    The cathedral is now closed
    Please exit through the gift shop
    And thank you for your appetite

    The Adjustment Period PRE™

  • Captcha for the Damned

    Captcha for the Damned



    PRE™

    Humanity can be verified.
    Please complete the required checks.

    Captcha for the Damned follows the endless exchange between people and systems that require increasingly intimate proof of who they are. Faces, fingerprints, memories, behaviour and attention become verification data while the individual behind them becomes progressively less important. The machine is satisfied only when humanity can be measured, categorised and stored. Failure to demonstrate yours correctly will require another attempt.

    Captcha for the Damned



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    TEXT

    Verification required
    Please confirm you are still human
    Please select all images containing emotional stability

    Phone screen glowing like a tiny confession booth
    Every thumbprint feeding the machine more proof
    Security questions harvesting childhood ghosts
    Mother’s maiden name sold to advertising firms
    Dead-eyed commuters scrolling apocalypse feeds
    Past a hundred targeted anxiety campaigns
    Every app demanding blood samples politely
    Every update rewriting personality traits
    Smile for the facial recognition gate
    Smile wider for the behavioural database
    Terms and conditions stretching endlessly downward
    Like digital scripture nobody survives reading
    Push notification screaming through REM sleep
    Your Attention Span Has Expired

    Click here
    Verify
    Confirm your breathing pattern
    Traffic lights
    Bicycles
    Crosswalks
    Hydrants

    Captcha For The Damned
    Prove your soul to the machine
    Captcha For The Damned
    Pixel judgement on the screen
    Algorithm saints and data thieves
    Selling custom-built identities
    Everybody trapped inside the scan
    Dancing for the server farm again

    Influencers crying beneath ring-light suns
    Livestream breakdowns monetized for six months
    Every conversation filtered into metrics
    Every memory compressed into statistics
    Corporate wellness bots asking if you’re fine
    While harvesting emotional response patterns
    Tiny dopamine casinos in your pocket
    Keeping lonely people productively addicted
    Children learning brand loyalty before language
    Teenagers performing personalities for strangers
    The cloud storage towers hum through the night
    Like electronic insects feeding on private life
    Nobody remembers silence anymore
    The advertisements learned everybody’s fears

    Please wait
    Your humanity is processing
    Estimated verification time
    Forever

    I Am Not A Robot
    I Am Not A Robot
    I Am Not A Robot
    Error Error Error Error

    Captcha For The Damned
    Prove your soul to the machine
    Captcha For The Damned
    Pixel judgement on the screen
    Algorithm saints and data thieves
    Selling custom-built identities
    Everybody trapped inside the scan
    Dancing for the server farm again

    Captcha For The Damned
    Every heartbeat quantified
    Captcha For The Damned
    Nothing left that isn’t mined
    Digital ghosts and captive dreams
    Life reduced to glowing screens
    Everybody begging to be seen
    By machines too dead to care

    Verification failed
    Please try again
    Please try again
    Please try again

    The Adjustment Period PRE™
  • (Advert) Human Verify [Identity Services]

    (Advert) Human Verify [Identity Services]



    PRE™

    Trust requires uncertainty.
    Verification does not.

    Human Verify™ presents PRE’s Identity Services as a convenient alternative to the increasingly unreliable practice of believing people. Biometrics, behaviour, emotion and voice are combined into a single verified identity, allowing trust to be replaced by something measurable. Once successfully authenticated, customers may continue with the reassuring knowledge that their humanity has been formally acknowledged.

    (Advert) Human Verify [Identity Services]



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    TEXT

    Human Verify™
    Because trust is obsolete.

    Retina scan and fingerprint proof
    Emotional pattern authentication
    Voice stress analysis complete
    Citizen profile successfully updated

    Verify
    Confirm
    Comply
    Proceed

    Warning
    unverified humanity detected

    Thank you for your continued existence

    The Adjustment Period PRE™

  • Productivity Is Freedom

    Productivity Is Freedom



    PRE™

    Happiness has improved.
    There is still room for improvement.

    Productivity Is Freedom turns the PRE philosophy inward, where optimisation is no longer something offered to customers but expected of employees. Performance, wellbeing, sleep and even enthusiasm become measurable workplace outputs, while exhaustion is quietly reclassified as underperformance. PRE provides mindfulness, motivational guidance and every available opportunity for personal improvement. The quarterly targets remain unchanged.

    Productivity Is Freedom



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    TEXT

    Good morning, valued employee
    Your happiness metrics have improved by 3.4%
    Remember… productivity is freedom

    Open-plan office like a fluorescent prison
    Motivational slogans crawling up the walls
    Middle managers speaking in algorithm phrases
    Synergy meetings draining years from faces
    Standing desks lined in perfect formation
    Coffee breath and quiet resignation
    Every keyboard sounds like rainfall in hell
    Every email marked High Importance forever
    Human Resources smiling without blinking
    Teaching mindfulness between budget cuts
    Water cooler gossip turning paranoid
    Someone got replaced by automation quietly
    The intern hasn’t seen daylight for weeks
    Still posting hustle quotes on LinkedIn nightly
    Promotion Is A State Of Mind
    Printed beside the biometric time clock

    Optimize
    Monetize
    Gamify your nervous system
    Performance review pending

    Productivity Is Freedom
    That’s what the banners say
    Productivity Is Freedom
    Work yourself into the grave
    Coffee stains and dry-eye pain
    Artificial sunlight in your brain
    Everybody smiling through collapse
    For employee-of-the-month champagne

    CEO podcast preaching morning discipline
    Five AM ice baths for market dominance
    Corporate wellness seminars feel vaguely military
    Breathing exercises sponsored by insurance firms
    Every app tracking calorie intake
    Sleep efficiency and emotional output
    Tiny graphs judging private behaviour
    Colour-coded anxiety dashboards glowing softly
    The break room television loops success stories
    Nobody there believes anymore
    One employee crying in the fire escape
    Still answering Slack messages automatically
    Lunch gets eaten over spreadsheets again
    The photocopier jams like a dying animal
    Outside the windows the city burns slowly
    Nobody leaves before the quarterly targets

    You are not tired
    You are underperforming
    Please return to your workstation
    And continue optimizing yourself

    Rise And Grind
    Rise And Grind
    Rise And Grind

    Maximize Shareholder Value

    Productivity Is Freedom
    That’s what the banners say
    Productivity Is Freedom
    Work yourself into the grave
    Coffee stains and dry-eye pain
    Artificial sunlight in your brain
    Everybody smiling through collapse
    For employee-of-the-month champagne

    Productivity Is Freedom
    Every second monetized
    Productivity Is Freedom
    Nothing human survives optimized
    Calendar alerts and stimulant dreams
    Burnout hidden behind the screens
    Everybody running on empty fumes
    Still applauding in the meeting rooms

    Reminder…
    Unused vacation days will expire automatically
    Have a productive evening

    The Adjustment Period PRE™