Workaholism kills
Everybody needs a little break
From work stress or else ills
Take over and productivity and wellbeing die at a firm's stake.
Workaholism takes a toll
On lives of employees buried under duty mounds
Despite virtues of duty call
Set limits and work wonder upper bounds.
Workaholism translates into loss
Productivity suffers in the long run
Despite flattery from a boss
Enjoy a little break to munch a bun.
Workaholism serves no one
As it burns out employees who burn candles at both ends
Imagining they've got victories won
Only to realize health requires no brinkmanship bends.
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