Dumb Athletes, Smart Old Ladies, and My Nutritional Choices

After a day where hypocrisy got taken to new levels,
Not only from my mouth,
But those not saying anything about insensitivities expressed
By just about everyone who lives on this planet,
I decided to pull the pin on my vacation diet.

Here’s how it went,
Tacos for dinner, which doesn’t sound that bad,
Two soft, two hard, lots of beef and cheese,
A handful of melt in your mouth peanut candies,
And some animal crackers all washed down with green tea.

As my cynicism grew, I realized, I had not done enough,
So I went all out Aunt Kate or Aunt May,
Great aunts from Corbett and ate another dinner,
Which I’m not sure they did, but in this round
I chose dessert first, a habit of theirs.

A handful of those colorful candies,
A hefty chunk of peanut butter Jersey Shore fudge,
Had there been cherry soda and vanilla ice cream,
I would have done my old relatives right,
But the second dinner would simply be pizza.

A two-day old slice that was sitting in the back of the fridge
Gaining flavor and holding it well in the cold was the main course,
I washed the cheese slice down with some “legendary” soda water,
And waited for the sign that I had been satiated,
Finally, a burp was expressed and I began chain sneezing.

Listen, standards matter, behaviors matter, we all need to raise our bar
There are too many asking for too much without doing all they could,
I’m not pointing my food weary finger at any one group,
People need to get their acts together, with protest or power,
Accountability, for Presidents, for athletes, for me, or for you matters.

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