High society has always been
High above the rest
High in their castle and oasis
High in the penthouse and palace
High in the big house and gated suburb.
While the rest wander the hills and fields
Streets and alleys, making a living
Or scraping a living.
Seeking greener lands of the free
Ever westward;
Pilgrims and pioneers, trappers and traders
Roughnecks and rednecks
Seeking their own jackpot
From the Klondike to Vegas.
High and low have always existed side by side
One above, one below
It’s no different today
Just more of both
With the gap between wider than ever.
But what really is high and low?
Are those at the top better as well as richer,
And those at the bottom really less than?
One man’s wealth is another’s poverty
The loss of freedom within a gilded cage.
What is richness, or beauty, for that matter
If it is only measured against another
And not a natural quality of just being alive?
The gap between have and have nots
Is material, but that gap is easier to cross
Than the inner gap that doesn’t know
And cannot see what real wealth, beauty
Freedom and exalted being really means.
(9/22/26)
what do they call her? I wondered as she strutted around
showing off her curly tail, teasing every cat and hound.
Wearing a fancy hat, and a jazzy scarf with plaid too.
I call her high society pig, said my cousin Little Lou.
Why So Much High Society
Why is there so much high society;
Was this how God meant us to be;
New answer we now do desire
Each of us is sure to inspire;
From sin our souls are now set free.
Jim Horn
Enter High Society
Have you ever laid down laughing before?
Now wait a minute, there is much, much more;
So you were too stunned to make a comment
About the weird poem I will have just had sent.
Personally, don't consider my poems to be political,
But consider them to have become quite wittical;
As through my poems you may read many pages;
How often is it that your musty mind engages?
Have you ever actually heard the serious sound
Of silence, death, shadows, right and/or round
And what we have found after a further probe
Silence is still golden even if only a globe.
So as frivalent fools and flies start to fester
Maybe what you may need is a trauma tester;
Try to pass test with relevance to sobriety
And then maybe you too can enter high society.
Love
marriage
family-
community's
glue
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