Short Boffins Poems

Ya boo and fiddlesticks
to the thorns of life and all that pricks.
Ya boo, too, ye  plutocrats
who treat the rest like worthless rats.
Fiddlesticks to  ivory towers
where boffins sport their mental powers,
deeming themselves to be omniscient
and lesser minds somewhat deficient.
Give me the simple things of life,
these to share with kids and wife....

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Pills from the doc
His opinion one cannot mock
Need to take the meds
Designed to fix bad heads
Invented by boffins
To save many coffins
The meds we take
Enough to decorate a cake
Do we feel well
Do we hell
Meds are a bodge
Nickname is now podge
Big and round
Gained more than a pound
If only we knew
Fat and no one to screw
Motivation all askew
Can’t drink the brew
Aimless and un-driven
Fed up with livin
Find a purpose for it all
Life has become very small....

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