Warning Labels

Warning Labels I remember the eighties, common sense and smarts big hair and jeans were just part of the arts there was lead in our paint and asbestos on the floor if you talked back to Mom your butt would get sore gas was flammable, a little spark could start a flame if you got burned by your coffee, only you were to blame we had Ma and Pop shops, and the cassette recorder there were no warning labels on everything you would order ineptness has grown, with technology and time with so many machines, there are fewer hills to climb there are bumps and bruises on every street corner a burn or a scrape should not be a foreigner I don’t think warning labels are the correct tool we should peel them all off and improve our gene pool everyone falls, get up and brush yourself off Let’s bring back common sense and get rid of the scoff