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The Fat Kid Always Played Right Field

Back in the day before the internet became the driving force of today’s health repercussions

The slow fat kid always played right field with the coach hoping the ball didn’t bounce off his head causing concussions

But obesity wasn’t the problem it is today. The steady diet of screen time, soft drinks and pizza rolls has taken its toll

It’s easy to eat when the monotoned educator drones on about an uninteresting subject and the student lost all interest immediately after the teacher took role

Recently the American Academy of Pediatrics released new guidelines for treating childhood obesity advising updated treatments

Included in these listings were new rounds of medications and surgery causing raised eyebrows and parental disagreements

Big Pharma once again is popping the cork on celebratory champagne as many of the drugs mentioned are ongoing and expensive

Insurance may or may not pay the drug costs so throw covered bariatric surgery in the mix and have a medical professional sell the idea should you be apprehensive

There’s nothing like taking a self concious, sensitive kid and putting them through major surgery for a gastric sleeve or a lap band

It’s a quick susceptible solution to a problem when in a fair number of cases the issue could be solved by shutting the door on the over active social media gland

Seattle Public Schools this past week filed a lawsuit against Big Tech for creating a health crisis by creating mental addiction

This is the same type of public system that insisted on face time teaching, covid testing, shots and mask mandates for two years sounding much like a hypocritical contradiction

Public schools have lost a generation of kids. Poorly educated, angry, and not mentally equipped to handle society

Teaching that an individual’s choices will determine their future should become a priority

The fat kid probably didn’t like playing right field during the sixth inning in a lost cause of a game

But he learned at an early age that life is not always fair and participation trophies are meaningless and lame

Don’t Bogart That E-cig

Don’t Bogart that joint, pass it over to me

In the film Easy Rider the group Fraternity of Man did decree

One can picture Bogie cigarette dangling from his lips in a melancholy film noir

Slouching against a bar, dinner jacket and sleepy eyes fresh from the ingenue’s boudoir

Somehow the impact of the scene would lose effectiveness if Bogart disappeared in a water vapor mist

The movie world would never see when a kiss is just a kiss

Disguising itself as a way to kick tobacco the e-cig industry created a huge income craze

Appealing not only for the buzz but also the cool factor the ad business portrays

Ignore the fact the e-juice may have been assembled by a profiteer at his kitchen table

And to make it look legit slap on a counterfeit label

Today there are expensive devices that produce those euphoric vapors

Gone are the paranoid days at the mini mart buying the J B rolling papers

Just knowing the entire U.S . Intel community was outside hiding in the kudzu vines

With their sniper scopes trained on your back while peering through the Georgia pines

Many of the present day vaping products sold contain unregulated juice

Pretending lung damage happens to the other guy makes for a risky calculated excuse

Producing a current potential lesson on how to whistle as a walk away tease

“You know how to whistle don’t you? You just put your lips together and wheeze.”

Social Media’s Crushing My Soul

Leaving the Doc’s sterile office, the exam paper left streaks on my rear
My lethargy and depression seemed symptomatic and I hoped not severe
My daily routine seemed aimless, what were goals were now dismissed
I was sleepwalking through life, working and eating but only to exist
Friendships seemed hollow, pleasure was fleeting as the world seemed a brownish gray
Hopefully the doctor could read something in my blood sample and right my dismay
I couldn’t check my personal page, look at my Twitter account or Instagram
As everyone’s got it better, has more followers, and about me not give a damn
In the past six months I’ve been friended by only four people that I don’t know
I liked something I saw so the friend request arrived to keep all status quo
The buzzing in my mind has grown louder reminding me of my inadequacy
And now I fear the persistent noise can’t be diagnosed clinically
The alcohol, the drugs, prescribed or not had only opened doors to nowhere
My tiny unremarkable life has become an unrelenting nightmare
No one notices, no one cares. The nurse only wanted my copay
So the doc can tell me nothing is wrong and to put my phone away.
But I can’t put it down, my cell has become me, I’m it’s identity
It’s my voice to all the other voices shouting at the globe’s inhumanity
It’s my umbilical cord to others meager triumphs and a channel to their hatred
The short video clips and bits of text all seem extreme, common sense negated
My thoughts begin to tumble, foreign voices and color explosions swirled
This device has become my addiction, an obsession in my private netherworld
Irrational thoughts of fame and glory have become a daily norm
My indifference coupled with lost souls’ recorded conflicts becomes a perfect storm
I’m feeling the need to end it all and find peace from the innate turmoil
Not to be understood,  my resolution makes sense to me and my mentor the phone, stays loyal

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