Seasonal Ink

Mr Jones was a man in uniform
Though his family did not see this form
He thought he’d seen life
But never had he noticed his wife
Who makes his bed and pours his coffee
And for their children she was a referee

So Mr Jones relives his days in terror:
The ‘20s crash and ‘38 bombing
The ‘60s protestors incarcerating
His values and teachings, he trusted the war
But the missing eight and a half minutes dropped him further

 So what did you miss there Jones?
Your children do not comprehend LBJ and Watergate
And frankly your wife doesn’t hate
But bringing work home wasn’t very smart
You are not the core
She’s not your whore

  Mr Jones your sons are not men of uniform
They planned reform
But the way the story goes
History always wins