…then I would write one entitled, “The Obsessive-Compulsive Street Sweeper”. Seriously, how awful would that job be if you suffered from OCD? Let’s consider his plight for just a moment. It’s not a knock on people who do have OCD (my P.C. friends), so just think about it for a second. I just watched the street sweeper cover our block three times, and he still missed a bunch of leaves, especially at the top of the hill. If you’re like me, when you sweep you want EVERY LAST LEAF up and out of there – how do you deal with that in a street-sweeper? Would you feel like you hadn’t done your job if there was still debris on your route? I bet the most maddening time to be street sweeping would be a windy fall day, where you just-can’t-get-ahead of those blowing leaves! Or kids kicking leaves into the street behind you. Or the taxi driver in front of you flicking his cigarette out of his window. I’m getting worked up just thinking about it.
So, my musical friends, you’ve got your work cut out for you. Maybe I’ll try a musicless poem, just for laughs.