Best Joneses Poems
KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES
These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased
They had big cars, big bucks and big time class
With a million dollar house mortgaged up the a*s
Their children went to private schools in uniforms
With charming and well decorated dorms
I looked at their faces and wondered why I didn’t fit
That’s when the fire in my belly was originally lit
I had no desire to play with kids from private schools
Nor did I ever agree to obey by their rules
So one day I skipped over steel and these here are the facts
The people I found lived in tents, not even shanties or shacks
But they didn’t have to read Dow Jones in order to smile
And couldn’t care less about having Gucci type style
They smiled at things people ignore like little tykes at play
And somehow or other they AWOKE contented day after day
They had no stocks to watch fretfully fall or RESOUNDINGLY rise
And you could see the easiness in their gleaming eyes
That which I observed in them appealed to me a great deal
The wrong side people taught me how satisfied I could feel
They lived out of back-packs, antique cedar chests and sacks
So if you come a’looking for me I’ll be on the wrong side of the tracks
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Because I'd been good for a very long while,
my parents decided to buy me a crocodile.
Then all the kids on the block
thought I really did rock.
Till two weeks later,
another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator!
Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’
his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon.
Oh, my God! This is way over the top!
Will this neighborhood competition never stop?
The Joneses I’ve never met personally
But watched them go by, fancy cars,
Posh houses the lot. Yet they are living a lie.
Don’t be envious even though you’re out
Of work. By this we all know that the Joneses
Are now broke.
The Joneses could be anyone, one wants to be.
Having all the wealth, thinking it comes so easily.
Don’t get me wrong, the point am about to make,
Their fortune and fame may come otherwise, and their
Entire life could be at stake.
The moral of the story is this. Use what you have
And in time you’ll get more than enough. Turn a blind eye
To what’s not yours, and work honestly with integrity, and enjoy
The benefits you achieve, it’s simply what you’ve got.
Sammy Skelton, a sorry bag of bones
Tried to keep up with Johnny 'Crossbone' Jones
He practiced grim groans
Produced awful moans
Yet never did improve his muscle tone
From George Washington’s Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior:
#54 Play not the Peacock, looking everywhere about you,
to see if you be well decked…
JONESES JETSET
Maude, she did pile her accoutrements high
upon her head - peacock-in-style. So sly,
she looked up and down
with thumbs up or frown.
This fashion afficionada spies.
2/5/2020
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