I am a retired Ironworker(35 years Local 7), a lifetime Boston, Mass resident. I am old enough to know better - but don't.
Ah, to blog, to dance lumberjack-like on the log. To curse the gods of prose and praise the rhymers to the roof. To spoof, and not be found out, to tempt the guardians of goodness, to revel in a little madness. To chide the "oh so serious" soothe the feathers of the delirious, to rant within the sonnet frame, point fingers at a shadow without name. How so the machinations of the meek who would remove the braggarts right to speak. So is the mantra etched upon a prisons wall "Write on, McGruff, Write on"