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He clipped another one out of the news
The head on collision of Mr. Bob Hughes
Tacking it to his wall, he laughed to himself
Those trusting fools, he’d so kindly “helped”
He never thought he would like his work
But being a garbage man sure had its perks!

When stopped on a curve or on top of a hill
He waved people on, instantly thrilled
If another car was coming from the opposite direction
They made the most beautiful metal-to-metal connections 
And the best part about it, was that if they survived,
They had no memory of him waving them by!

His wall’s almost full of people like Bob
Trying to get home, or on to their jobs
So don’t let his uniform fool your eyes
Just ask yourself this before you pass by -
Is the smiling man on the garbage truck
Helping me out, or setting me up? 

If you just wait, seconds, minutes, to go,
Instead of trusting someone you don’t even know
You’ll have a better chance of staying alive
And not ending up on the wall of foolish drivers,
Where he especially loves pictures of smashed up cars,
To post above his articles, like golden stars        


9/28/11

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