I've had my fill of the surface scene for now.
Navigating this new age mania and tectonic indifference.
I'm sailing underground to anchor up in glia monster town.
They're all poisonous down here but mostly harmless.
They flash colors, so you know where you stand
There's a steep learning curve, that's for certain
But everybody minds their own, without demands.
There's no sparring for the attention of the sun.
Everyone is in shadow; we're equally grounded.
No keeping up with the Joneses and Jetsons.
We're cool as ice bears and snow penguins.
No biters here to abbreviate your fate.
No gamblers to piss away all your pay.
No sniffers or grifters playing smelly games.
No angels on milk cartons, the young are all safe.
No stompers or sliders in red surface shoes.
Bleeding out on our palette of sweet, baby blue.
Sometimes the clack on the surface
seeps down through the cracks.
That's when the Gilas become a bit restless.
With a flicker of grace, the polluted are purified.
Soon enough, peace is restored to its place.
Sliding back into the charity of silence.
I'm thriving and have no desire to surface.
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?
For the woman having menses
A high demand on her senses.
“I’d better I took no chances
That embarrassment enhances.”
A keeping up with the Joneses
On matters of strict hygiene,
Sometimes mistaking her tenses,
As she helps herself with Flagyl…
Her sincere man unreachable
For taught lessons still teachable;
But much glad who’d feared a baby,
‘Contraception’ wish and hobby…
For whom a child’s cry would face glow;
Bad-news bearing monthly blood flow,
Sees it and again phones Doctor:
A voice polite but could hector!
Colors of Confusion
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Blue, I feel blue as I stare into an idea confused by the new:
Divided States of America.
Formally the United States of America.
Epstein’s dead, suicide they said…
Hollywood’s elite, they are all creeps.
Antifa/BLM cynical groups that believe Police are criminals.
Trump was President, it was pinnacle; a miracle that we survived in a country divided by hate.
What is the real mission of the politicians?
It’s the have and the have not’s, the keeping up with the Joneses era.
The Carbonaro effect.
The Media implants these thoughts of sorts, controlled by technology we are robots
Looking for a hotspot, wifi, somebody let me in, let me online.
We have gone mad, it’s sad.
Slaves, modern day slaves to tik tok, instagram, Facebook, such crooks robbing us of human interactions.
What’s the attraction?
Keeping up with the Joneses
What I see is what I want
Trapped in a comparison trap
Never ending loop of haunt
If only this then I’ll be happy
Easy to oversimplify
Grass is always greener
Your own situation gets vilified
Pursuing others perceived perfection
Hunting down their fantasy
Find yourself living vicariously
Needing to fit into normality
Consumed with consuming
Look around and realize
Marching toward material things
Doesn’t make blissfulness materialize
Scrolling for an answer
Eyes glued to a screen
Put down your weapon
Start chasing your own dream
Time to flip the script
Accept your reality
Live your version of happiness
Then you’ll be set free
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
Some people like keeping up with the Joneses
I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me
So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes
How absurdly difficult could that task be?
I like wearing leggings, and I have no height
I love gardens, faerie houses,and toadstools you see.
I am pretty confident I can keep up until FFFT!
They begin rapidly disappearing in front of me.
I scrunch up my face, and concentrate ridiculously hard.
What about keeping up with faeries? Fairies begin to giggle.
I have not giggled in a long long time, annoying my own petard.
How about a dragon fly, I think as I begin my wing-trying-out wiggle.
I met a young woman, she was unique but found it a bit hard to speak.
She said, because people think she's a freak, she had no support from her friends, they were too busy calling her a geek.
She was so tired of her life being critiqued, it was making her weak and life to her was looking pretty bleak.
Well, your life is yours, you don't have to sneak, at your life just take a peek, when they look at you they see mystique and you are more precious than the most valuable antique.
Where as keeping up with the Joneses is what they seek, only havoc on their lives is what this will wreak, for what they think they see is really oblique which is why they keep finding themselves up a creek.
Again, your life is yours, you were made unique you just need to spend time developing your technique and please, don't freak when you go on your winning streak and become chic.
Be Unique, Devolope Your Own Technique.
A no answer machine
Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.
No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases.
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.
Couple’s councilor, I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?
Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Keeping up with the Joneses
Tit for tat
Caught up in competition
"You got this? I'll get that"
Let me 1up you
Everything an attack
"Whatever you do,
I have to fight back"
Destroying ourselves
Breaking up our homes
Pride over love
Ending up alone
The things that define us
Are the things that we own
The the things that we've done
And the things that we've shown
Driven by jealousy
Feeding our greed
Filled with envy
Eyes glow green
Superficial materialism
Behavior obscene
Prioritizing what we want
Above what we need
Keeping up with the "Joneses" leads nowhere-
You discover quickly that Life isn't fair!
Be content with the Life that is your own...
If you have what you need you shouldn't bemoan-
Not everyone can be a millionaire!
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Addiction
What is my purpose
I am a person of value
yet I'm so worthless
Keeping up with the Joneses
is it really all worth it?
I don't think so!
Everyday is the same
I know I shouldn't complain
I have nothing and no one
and no one to blame
but myself!
Honestly, I'm tired of it
of always being alone
seems nothing makes me happy
My only solice is in a bag
or wrapped in plastic
How pathetic!
I guess you could say
this is the life of an addict
this is my life and I'm an addict
Addiction is something that
just happens,
no one ever really plans it
Please forgive me!
In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking about how crooked the world is
when suddleny is top and realise
the crooked people arent crooks
everything is crooked
crooked jails
crooked hospitlas
crooked business men lawyers and politiicians
crooked churches crooked steeples
crooked believers crooked people
it was perfect perfect and crooked
crookedly perfect
perfect people
perfect houses
perfect airplanes
and perfect yachts
perfect make me sick
keeping up with the joneses
perfect white teeth
perfect bodies
perfect hair
perfect health
thwey werent crooked?
were they?
croooked like me?
crooked like them crooked in a world full of rooked people and the crookedest
thing to do was to stand straight
and make a show of it!!
whose going to replace all of this crooked ness and turn this beautiful now?
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