Priorities Poem by Lone Dog

(regarding the high salaries of athletes)


Society's priorities
Are so far out of line
I think the public chose them all
When overdosed on wine.

Now, a neurosurgeon's highly skilled.
We trust him with our lives.
He's studied hard for many years
To help the ill survive.

He makes about two hundred thou'
For all his expertise,
And none suggest he's underpaid
For curing their disease.

Yet, crowds erupt when baseball players
Hit balls with wooden sticks.
These so-called heroes make millions more
Than those who cure the sick.

And thousands throng to hockey games
Where players, tough and slick,
Are millions paid just to hit
A rubber with a stick.

There's Tiger Woods, golf's golden boy,
A multimillionaire,
`Cause he can hit a tiny ball
A long way through the air.

So, as unsung surgeon deftly cuts
A tumor from a brain,
A millionaire sports hero's cheered
As stick hits ball again.

Yes, society's priorities
Are so far out of line,
I think the public should refrain
From drinking so much wine.