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Lightning Rod
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Occupational Hazards

Post by Lightning Rod » November 3rd, 2007, 8:12 pm

Occupational Hazards
(don't marry the oboe player)

there has long been a joke in orchestras
about the oboe players
theory goes like this
because of the vascular pressure
of blowing a double reed
(they get red in the face)
little vessels in the brain explode
so oboe players are the 'blondes' in the orchestra

occupational hazard
occupational mentality
bureaucrats think a certain way
engineers think another
and artists? who knows what they think?

coal miners get black lung
if you type your life away you get carpal tunnel
if you are in the military, they will bury you at attention
if you drive a truck you have the rhoids that I won't mention

occupational hazards
what goes with the territory
guitar players get blisters on their fingers
judges have doubts that must linger

occupational hazards
if you sign up as a soldier, expect to get shot
a fireman has to count on getting hot
there are always occupational hazards

pilots can crash quick as the stock market
doctors go bankrupt from insurance disease
writers go mad from the mean occupation
athletes must replace their knees

I know I'll die of occupational hazards
living is risky business
but I wouldn't want to be an oboe player
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by Arcadia » November 4th, 2007, 6:21 pm

bravo!!!!! :)

only guitar, bass, fingers-percussion and drums players near, don´t worry :wink:

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Post by jimboloco » November 5th, 2007, 12:46 am

occupational hazard
male nurses get patted on the behind by frivoulus lady nurses
better than flying hearses into the ground of being

i wanted an oboe
i got a trumpet
so i trumpet the aingst i feel when i read the finest minds hawking wars

the oboe plays night on bald mountain for an eternity
no jazz oboes in modernity
just buffoons with bassoons

i'll take a coronet
less brittle
more peanuts
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]

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Post by jimboloco » November 5th, 2007, 7:10 pm

Elvis Rodney
i was up late last nite
couldn't sleep after waking up remembering the 92 year old Cuban lady's panties were left in the dryer
so got up to call into work
and read your poem and rambled

wanted to say how well constructed it is, the way you followed a theme and bui;t upon it
not un noticed

my occupationalhazard is having visions of 92 year old ladies in my sleep
but she was smiling
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]

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