THE JONESES
Everybody’s got their brand of cool,
Looking out their window silly eyes,
Sipping up their private label fuel,
Screen play acting out their numbers pool,
Betting through derivatives of size,
Faintly risking their Pyritic Rule,
All dressed rightly up in their disguise,
Plagiarizing Einstein’s Nobel Prize.
Each in soulful anguish tiptoes past,
Hoping not to wake the jester’s dream.
This is all they know that may not last,
All that may not be though it may seem.
Mutually they feign this casual air,
Flawlessly pretending not to stare.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #52
Sonnet
Friday, November 12, 2010
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