IN TOUCH WITH MY INNER SALT OF THE EARTH

For over a year now, the city has been digging up a major thoroughfare in a massive beautification project that will improve all our lives, vastly upgrade public transit, and speed the coming of the messiah. As well as give us all good karma, wean us off gluten and meat, and clear up our complexions.

They've torn up Van Ness Avenue, and chopped down most of the lovely trees which used to line the street. And, as is to be expected, costs are spiralling, deadlines are being pushed back.
And transit is a disaster.

The stop where I wait for the bus that takes me north to "entitled snothead central" (Marin County) is there. And there is a gym with a whole bunch of buff-looking urban professionals there. They are very serious folks.
Who, evidently, do not like the horrid odour of cigars.
One of which I enjoy while awaiting transport.
More so because it triggers people.
Poor wussies in sweats.


Mmmm, this Nicaraguan robusto is fine!
Such aroma and sabor!
Jeez!


Working men lay pipes, shift large machinery, and dig.

For them, I raise my voice in cheerful song!


First stanza:
On Monday morning John gets up, what's he doing today?
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
All the life-long day!

Second stanza:
On Tuesday morning John gets up, what's he doing today?
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
All the life-long day!

Third stanza:
On Wednesday morning John gets up, what's he doing today?
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
All the life-long day!

Fourth stanza:
On Thursday morning John gets up, what's he doing today?
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
All the life-long day!

Fifth stanza:
On Friday morning John gets up, what's he doing today?
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
He's digging a hole and digging a hole,
And filling a hole and filling a hole;
All the life-long day!


Men who wear safety vests (bright orange and yellow) assuredly like music. It encourages them in their labour, and puts a smile on their faces.

I am a joy to have around.




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