Waste
David Harley
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School was the first test First through the gate With an apple for Miss Mustn't be late For the nursery school rat race The maze of jigsaws Struggling with Book III When the rest were on Book IV New satchel and cap for Secondary School New classmates and teachers, stricter rules "Get on with your algebra: don't play the fool Get some diplomas to paper your room Or you'll finish your life at the end of a broom." Turn off that TV: get on with your homework It's time for bed and you've all that to do..." "Please, mum, I'll never finish it now Can't you ring in tomorrow and say I've got flu?" "How do you think You'll get through your exams? Where will you end up? I can't understand Why you can't knuckle down like anyone else Don't you want to make something of yourself?" "Is this really the job you want to do? It's not that we're unimpressed with you And your three CSEs But we think you'd be overqualified here." "Do you have a degree? No? Oh dear...." "We only take school-leavers at sixteen." "You seem bright enough, but so young: well, I mean We want people who've seen a bit of the world." "Sorry, we really wanted a girl..." Still, things picked up at the next interview "Good morning, young man: how do you do? I see you did quite well at school Not quite enough diplomas to paper a room Still, I'm sure you'll do well here here's your broom." I got on well enough there, at least for a time I was sure I'd make maintenance chief by and by Till the Time and Motion people came round And by and by the news filtered down "You've done pretty well here: don't think that it's you You're neat, and punctual, and willing, it's true It's just that Top Management have the idea That we don't really need full time maintenance here There are agencies now, with skilled men and machines To come in twice a week and keep the place clean We're sure you'll do well: you're hard-working enough And we wish you success at finding a job." A nod's as good as a wink To the most willing blind horse In time I found a place On a government-sponsored course In Advanced Machine Minding The machine being King The future must belong To the man who serves the machine And the training centre bosses Were very good to me They found a job for me to go to With free overalls and tea And when the work's a little slow Well, they've given me this broom So I can make my contribution Where machines refuse to go The soldier dies behind his gun defending his homeland John Henry died beating the machine, his hammer in his hand But I'll tell you this for free I'll burn this factory through and through Before I let myself go under Still pushing this damn' broom
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