It's only the 23rd and I'm sick of Veganuary and Dryjanuary. My thoughts are below.
January
The
month selected to be special,
after
excesses of celebrations traditional,
to
ameliorate the damage to one’s health,
from
imbibing in goods that decrease wealth.
So we
can spend a month being dry,
avoiding
all types of alcohol – well try,
supposedly
elongating life’s span,
by
following a rather arid plan.
Alternatively
31 days spent without meat,
having
nothing produced from animals to eat,
instead
grazing on pulses and greens,
enjoying
a steak but only in dreams.
What
is the point I’ve wondered,
every
time a reminder is pondered,
of
such self-inflicted deprivation,
which
may re-balance bodily function.
It
seems to stem from ‘nanny’ state,
wanting
to control the people’s weight,
thus
saving the health service millions,
in
exercising influence over civilians.
In
reality an inefficient exercise,
in behaviour
control being actualised,
an
accusation of lack of self-control,
of
what we’ve put in our food bowl.
Would
it be so detrimental,
to allow
enjoyment incidental,
without
the added imposition of guilt,
which
government and media have built.
Instead
a different type of January,
not negative
but a positive GINuary,
demanding
the partaking of alcohol akin,
to
Prosecco, beer, whisky and dry gin.
©David L Atkinson January
2019
God Bless
