Well I'm here in the great state of Wisconsin doing some pipelining for now.  And a little poetry when I'm bored. . . .LOL.  The things that fall out of your brain on a night shift. . .

Weldors. . .

Some will, some won't.  They do and don't. . .
Most are good, and others the best
But you’ll hear a lot before a test. . .

They'll brag and boast, and joke around
But the BS stops when the hood goes down
One things for sure and it ain't no hype
You'll never get one over on a piece of pipe

You might be cool inside the bar
And laugh and joke about how slick you are
But when you're out of position and your hand is hot
You'll find out quick if you are or not

Talk is cheap and hot airs free,
But you better be good to weld with me
You’ll keep up or be in my dust,
Your joints better shoot, and speeds a must

Cuz I was trained by the best there are. . .
And if you’re on that side you better be on par.
I'm not young but I'm damn sure able
You'd be wise to remember what I bring to
The table

Kid you'll come to know at some point in this game
That every weldor just ain't the same
They might be good or they might be hype
God’s gift to the trade. . . you know the type.

There’s yards and there’s shops,
And there’s pipes and there’s ditches
And there’s the weldors that weld. . .
And the weldors that biches.

-DD copyrighted 5/15 (misspelling intentional to avoid auto censoring. . .LOL)