from the Wall Street Journal:
The longest stretch of productivity declines since the end of the 1970s is threatening to restrain U.S. worker pay and broader economic growth in the years ahead.
I know I’m not productive; I’m as guilty as can be.
No couch potato snoozing ever had it over me.
I awaken when I want to; my alarm clock is defunct.
If ambition is a teacher, then I’ve already been flunked.
I sit in my recliner, reading paperbacks galore.
And if there is a rumpus it is just because I snore.
I glance at social media, but never have produced
any content worthy of a Shakespeare or a Proust.
I do not work when I can play, and do not play when I
can lay in comatose delight to get some more shuteye.
And yet I don’t feel guilty that my slothfulness will mean
that soon the roadways will be sprouting grass so very green.
I find that aspirations and hard work don’t prolong life;
if I need have something done I call upon my wife . . .