“Too much of a good thing” is a thing, so they say
I’ve painfully proved it in more than one way:

My eyeballs are smarting… from too much smart-phoning
(So two hours daily ain’t smart?)

My diet confounded by pounding the pound cake
(Can gladness in glucose be found?)

My head feels like breaking from late-night bread-baking
(Can’t focus, my thoughts are half-baked!)

My eardrums are humming from worship band drumming
(Were too many concerts just dumb?)

From “too much of a good thing” protect me, O God

I’ll thus, “spare the (self-imposed) rod”! (Proverbs)

Don’t temper my temperance whenever I’m tempted

May Your Will with my own be preempted

Lest joy from my life be exempted

Then Satan’s deceit You’ll defraud!