Consequences by Tarzana Joe
We long have heard that poet’s tale
A kingdom lost for want of nail
The lesson that should give us pause is
We can’t foresee disasters’ causes
An insect wing that stirs the breeze
Can bring a planet to its knees
Thus the threat of last week’s vote is
Something we will hardly notice
A somewhat pale and sober man
Won’t pay the tax. Won’t get the tan
And feeling down and somewhat palid
Won’t think his hopes for love are valid
And never speak what’s in his heart
And watch his dreamed-of wife depart
Because he skipped that tanning bed
His DNA and hers didn’t wed
And on a dark and dreary morn
The second Einstein won’t be born
What other cause for consternation
Is buried in this legislation?
The greatest of potential groaners
Is facing chefs and café owners
For every choice that’s on their menu
In each and every eating venue
Yes, every dish, sautéed or roasted
Must have its health statistics posted
Exactly as the law advises
Precisely based on portion sizes
And if the law’s enforced this way
It means the death of the buffet
Where government prescribes the meat
But surely not, “All you can eat”
Oppressive bill! And so rewardless
To make the future Smorgasbordless
It must be scrapped
It can’t be mended
Or with a whimper
All is ended
From consequences unintended.
For all your poetry needs
3 comments:
Terrible poem, I loved it. Thanks.
Loved it. I heard it done live, and it was sad, but true. Great work, TJ.
Met your wife and son Saturday at the Health Expo and they amazed me by telling me about you! I've heard you many times on the Hewitt show! Love your work! Thanks for all that you do to give some class, culture and a good point of view to all!
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