meddleURGEy

I thought I smelt something bad,
In Denmark,
Maybe some Limburger cheese I had,
Left its mark?

I study the urge to meddle,
And, in fact,
It’s a craving,
I’ve been having.

Metallurgy is solid,
Something I can get my arms around,
And, it’s been found,
The science is valid,
But, meddle-URGEy,
Is riddled with variables,
Like brain surgery,
We could be left vegetables.

The art of working meddles,
And, how the huckster peddles,
Trying his best,
To sell his mess.

The art of working meddles,
Ore, separating one from other matters?
Extracting one’s responsibility,
From how it effects me.

I study the urge to meddle,
And, in fact,
It’s a craving,
I’ve been having.

NOTES
Webster’s Definition:
Metallurgy
\Met”al*lur`gy\, n. [F. m['e]tallurgie, fr. L. metallum metal, Gr. — a mine + the root of work. See {Metal}, and {Work}.] The art of working metals, comprehending the whole process of separating them from other matters in the ore, smelting, refining, and parting them; sometimes, in a narrower sense, only the process of extracting metals from their ores.