There are times
When you are advised to be worldly wise
Philosophers are found here and there to advice you
now these advices are like the flu
They seem to be very contagious
I feel furious
Who cares about these unwanted suggestions
From them who themselves undergo frustrations
Or else would have been happy in their own job
Why do they then rob?
Their yours and my time?
Can't they enjoy sipping from their own cup of wine?
Let these philosophers be shunned with a smile
They hardly wonder what's store in their life profile!
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