Your Good Friends, The Joneses
Musical version of an earlier poem about false friends who undermine you.
Your Good Friends, The Joneses
They say you should keep your friends close to you
And hold your enemies in your arms
Well, I don’t subscribe to this point of view
‘cause false close friends do real harm
These are your good friends, the Joneses
All wine and smiles at your front door
They breathe out shadows in your hallway
That follow you across your floor
The party starts; you’ll find them in the kitchen
Dissecting everybody’s lives
While Ruth spins her webs of despicable fiction
Richard slowly sharpens all your knives
These are your good friends, the Joneses
You swear to God they’re the life and soul
You fill your home with the light of angels
But it’s the Joneses who are in control
They say that Ruth is stranger than Richard
Whose malice grows with each smiling lie
They darken hearts with contradictions
As all around you, all your angels slowly die
They fade away without a sound
Until you think your heart will break
They leave behind one final question
How many pinheads does it take?
To dance upon the face of an angel?
© Paul D.E. Mitchell 2013/2017