Entitled Ignorance

I don’t feel well,
Hurry. Take a pill,
Heaven forbid my body,
Can cure my temporary ill.

Oh, no! GMO!
Don’t change that seed!
I’ll fight you in Washington,
As I smoke my weed.

A glass a day is OK,
My doctor said so,
Though advice from the morbidly obese?
He can’t even see his toes.

Science doesn’t matter,
I’ll do what I want,
I fought in the war,
Now my country owes me a lot.

Kids these days,
Expect everything on a platter,
We were never that way,
Why we look like tatter.

Copyright Jeanne “Bean” Murdock 2018