Remembering my days in the car industries

picures of painted and blinded bodies in metall boxes next to the buttons and switches

 still one was in it for the money didn´t mind the fumes, 

everbody is not here but most of them, no one likes a big moaner, not even themselves.

So they go on to the glory of the not so awful misery, think to them if I had only 

eaten my lunch, if only I had been born a genius, rich or beautiful or all the four.

Here is the next doorframe to be lubed and glued, push closed and raised by robotnik arms.