Man Sitting On His Motorcycle Gets Killed By A Company truck

Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

company trucks lives matter

Another idiot with ZERO reactionary abilities

That’s an odd place to park a car. …… Oh, oh, maybe not.