Pessimist Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I hate to be the pessimist.
Especially when invited...
To these backyard picnics.
Under joyful Sun and eating Bar-B-Que.
Discussing world events,
After the games we watched are through.
Talking about 'them'
And what they ought to do!
But...
I have a sense we're the ones being screwed!
By taking daily doses,
Of what's good for them...
Has had nothing to do,
With either me Or you!
And yet I regret...
Our lifestyles they affect!
Whether we accept that...
Or 'them',
That's a bet neither one of us will pocket!