Changing Times
My ten-year old is fidgety.
The wife thinks he’ s ADD.
I say it’s nonsense, just typical
of boys with excess energy.
She sided with a specialist,
who recommended drugs
to sedate and calm him down
and neutralize the “bugs.”
His attention span grew nil
his appetite decreased,
he developed stomach pains,
and vomiting increased.
He sulked and moped about.
And just as predicted,
a rash developed like a mold,
and now his hair is falling out!
I’m quite distressed, of course,
as any father would be,
for I too once was ten years old
and just as fidgety.
In those days I got
the only cure available
from my near illiterate father
who was very capable –
a good kick in the butt
and a threat that put
my allowance in jeopardy –
cured me very quickly.
Now my not-so-normal
ten year old suffers countless ills
all brought about by specialists
and their !@#% pills!
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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