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Midnight Poems: On Having a Monkey

Midnight poetry – n. nonsensical writings put down in lieu of sleeping appropriately

“On Having a Monkey”

I think having a monkey would be the worst
Monkey brains never switch off —
You’d always look at it
Wonder
Is the little bastard trying to outsmart me
And everybody
A monkey decides what to do with its poop
A monkey judges you
It understands standards, expectations, potential
That you just aren’t living up to
It will never respect, fear or love you
The most you can hope for
Is a conversational piece
For the parties
You never have

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