Short High Society Poems

Love
marriage
family-
community's
glue...

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she is too high society for me
with those ruby lips and those fancy clothes
He stared at her come hither look
She will be my Christmas present, he reflected....

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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...

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Of a woman's shoes I've heard
The pointier the toe
The higher maintenance she be
How high the heel will show
How high society her needs

I suppose to this there's truth
For flat and wide and comfy
Are the shoes for me
Kind and smart and funny
And down to earth my needs



17.08.01

Composed for John Lawless'
Two Pair Of Shoes Contest...

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Tear away the political stagnance,
Tear away the rich incompetence,

Peel away the high society,
Peel away the fake sobriety,

Pull apart the bricks and buildings,
Pull apart lustrous families and siblings.

Take off the cover that shielded the truth,
The poverty in America of the old and the youth.

Let the lies continue to collect,
reveal the truth, the parachute effect....

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homeless with guns at my side and on my back
armed for the attack of police and high society
woodsmen tired of the built in deceit of a concrete world
eats flesh burnt on a fire I built

wild onions, strawberries, and crayfish

don’t care if the world burns
it isn’t mine to begin
people are cruel, cruel
logs for fuel

fire away fire sticks

a cave woman would be welcome
I have a Bible belt...

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Music… Liquor…
Make you happy… 
I can see in your eyes
Laughing in the alcohol foulness
Enjoying in the dimness  

You can enjoy only in darkness
Cannot face the daylight
To cover up 
A fresh scar on your forehead  
That happened while you were working 
With your former fellow labors.
  
Music… Liquor…
Make you happy… 
In your new high society 
Believing is the true happiness
But you have to hide out the daylight: 
The real wisdom!...

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In this world of modernity
The worst curse is poverty
A poor often thought to be 
A blur on the high society

For the wealthy assume that
The world is their monopoly
And the poor down trodden
Is for them unwanted tragedy

But who has made the poor
It is unjust indiscrimination
That gave birth to poverty
And all the social alienation

You cannot become a rich if
You don’t know how to suck
The blood of simple fellows
To let them to ground stuck...

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Accidentally chanced upon
While browsing through a set of tomes
An unrequited love poem
Marked between the yellowed pages
Within a volume rifled through.
Thereupon, I eagerly read
The words in Edwardian script
Predated nineteen hundred six-
A sad age of class distinction- 
Where lines describe a futile love
Of two unfortunates in love
The beau from high society
His belle of notoriety
The aging ink was droplet smeared
I want to think it was from tears....

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mr and mrs merlin meow the sixteenth were on the brink
of letting Kansas City High Society know what they think.
the star put their photo on the front page with a link.
each of them dressed to the nines, holding their favorite drink.

those two do not think that their prissy litter boxes stink!
sniffed their gardener, a put-upon python wearing bright pink.
look at her, she’s such a back-stabber, a gossip, a fink!
yelled his wife Priscilla, with a sassy sashay and a slippery slink....

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