A sign of power,
My "wow-wee" light.
But people don't care,
It has no might.
Police blue and red,
They pay attention.
But my orange strobe,
They just don't mention.
A fire siren
Is partnered with noise
But my "wow-wee" lights
Look more like toys.
My orange beacon
Most people despise.
To not pay heed,
Is not very wise.
My safety device
Protects me from harm.
But people get mad,
It causes alarm.
The "wow-wee" light-
who would have believed
This childish name,
my daughter conceived.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Orange
To the untrained eye,
Orange is bad.
It means a delay,
It makes people mad.
It means caution,
It means watch out.
It means inconvenience,
Is lurking about.
It means we're changing
The way you commute.
Now you must choose,
An alternate route.
To some it means
Taxes wasted ahead.
If it weren't for orange,
You may wind up dead.
To me it means power,
Big dozers and trucks.
It means big money,
it means big bucks.
The trouble with orange
Frustrations abound.
A word which rhymes,
Can not be found.
Orange is bad.
It means a delay,
It makes people mad.
It means caution,
It means watch out.
It means inconvenience,
Is lurking about.
It means we're changing
The way you commute.
Now you must choose,
An alternate route.
To some it means
Taxes wasted ahead.
If it weren't for orange,
You may wind up dead.
To me it means power,
Big dozers and trucks.
It means big money,
it means big bucks.
The trouble with orange
Frustrations abound.
A word which rhymes,
Can not be found.
Plumber's Crack
For some unknown reason
Plumbers catch the flack,
For bearing the icon
Of "plumber's crack."
When work picks up
Some wheres around June,
It ain't uncommon
To see a full moon.
Stuffed into a closet
Or crammed under a sink,
Those buns are kept
Nice and pink.
Plumbers ain't alone
Their pants in a slump,
Most trades will bear
A hairy little rump.
From painters to carpenters
We don't want to pass,
They will all suffer,
From exposed *#?!*
Next time you witness
A half-shown crack,
Please resist the temptation
To give it a whack!
Plumbers catch the flack,
For bearing the icon
Of "plumber's crack."
When work picks up
Some wheres around June,
It ain't uncommon
To see a full moon.
Stuffed into a closet
Or crammed under a sink,
Those buns are kept
Nice and pink.
Plumbers ain't alone
Their pants in a slump,
Most trades will bear
A hairy little rump.
From painters to carpenters
We don't want to pass,
They will all suffer,
From exposed *#?!*
Next time you witness
A half-shown crack,
Please resist the temptation
To give it a whack!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Construction workers everywhere!

I hereby liberate you from the stereotypes that drag you down. I will shed light upon the general public that we are not as dim as we may appear.
I will demonstrate that we are not mindless fools that can't get a real job. I will prove that indeed we do have several shreds of intelligence. In fact, I will convince them that we are what the world is made of - LITERALLY.
Without us, there would be no highways, no malls, no office buildings; nothing they enjoy would exist without us.
Stand with me and say . . .
I will keep a job for more than three months.
I will purchase reliable transportation.
I will visit the dentist biannually.
I will be courteous in my over-sized truck.
I won't pawn my employers' tools.
I won't bare my crack for the world to see.
I won't allow my gut to hang out of my shirt.
And I absolutely will not whistle at women.
By doing these things, we can become contributing members of today's society. As we work together, your loan won't be denied when you fill in your occupation.
Be proud of your occupation. Let the world know that we are construction, and we will not embody their stereotypes and preconceived notions. Then read on and be inspired.
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