Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Pharmacy
The Pharmacy
Queued for an hour
Quite in distress
Needing my tablets
To help me de-stress.
Along comes an addict
For Methadone say
Knocks at a side door
Is seen straight away.
Now if I were a chemist
Between me and you
Other people come first
And the junkies could queue.
Definitely agree with you.., or just do what some junkies do and order your meds online… 😉
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Online sounds like a good idea!
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Probably just wanted him out of there as fast as possible…
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It is always the same though. Very annoying. I can feel a Victor Meldrew rant coming on!
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But would you enjoy having a junkie behind you in the queue?
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Perhaps not, but a man should be allowed to have a good old fashioned moan without thinking through the consequences! 😂
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You didn’t count on me ruining it did you? 🤣
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😂I can moan for England when I’m that way out! Ask Mrs Hobbo!
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Bright and entertaining. Well, of course, this is The Hobb. After the chuckle, the old thinker kicks-in. (That’s what he intended, no, Dauphy?) Who is to say which of the folk are junkies looking for the thrill or escape and which are the folk who require their daily to stay alive? Hmm? I know some who, do not “need” their meds, simply “want” them. Still I would be hard-pressed if it were my job…
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Well, I am pleased we made you chuckle, and think. Dauphy being the thinker, of course!
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In the US the junkies get their meds at the Methadone Clinic.
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Is that a separate clinic? Sounds sensible!
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