From birthstones to tombstones
Via milestones and gallstones
This silent minority are often mere stepping stones for the ambitioned,
For the boneheaded phoneys and the seasoned moneymen
And those auctioneers of exponential baloney
Whose tethered iphones sit like millstones on their well-proportioned torsos.
Lampooned by the landed gentry and jettisoned by the jet set
It seems the humble and well-intentioned commoner will ever be
Outpositioned by the corrupted electioneers of virtue
And those cushioned baronets who remain determined
Not to be outshone by the Joneses,
And who sport their ill-gained confectionery on the masthead
Of their pirated schooners like a skull and crossbones.
Labelled looneys, and the psychoneurotic
Who would best be petitioned, sectioned or just rezoned
According to the self-appointed commissioners of the erroneous
The lonely are, quite simply, nonessential nonentities
In a world fashioned by and for the proponents and exponents of vacuous celebrity.
Separated from each other, and conditioned to accept their fate
Whether by the forces imposed upon them
Or perhaps by those they inflict upon themselves
They are abandoned prisoners
Garrisoned in their aloneness
But, unfettered, unbound and united
They are strong
And can be ONE
(Honeymooners even?)