Boomboom
There is overwhelming evidence of lack of learning.
It appears all of his paychecks he is burning.
Those rusty gears in his head are slowly turning.
To this day, he remains as ignorant as hell.
Will he learn his lesson? Nobody can tell.
All his casino visits leave room for doubt.
Just see the way he acts with each seven out.
Into his shallow pockets, he continues to dip.
He continues to make each long Atlantic City trip.
He loses, but keeps going back for more.
He may soon be as extinct as a dinosaur.
For a larger brain, there seems to be no room.
His intelligence can be swept away with a broom.
That is why since birth, he has been a “boomboom”.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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