Where are these parts
Where does this go
When does break start
What do we do? I don’t know!
Run here, run there
Dashing back and forth everywhere.
Climb up, jump down
Run all around.
It makes no sense
The way this works
The factory management
Runs us to the earth.
Moral is low
Expectations high
Keep on working til you die.
RedRavenPoems 
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