MONKEY
My knuckles may not touch the
ground, but I am of another stock:
My eyes are mitre-boxed, and my
hands are ready to grapple. The
maze here holds too many enforced
rules for me to gracefully exit, and
this history knows no bounds.
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Still I come forth, bleating like a
lamb about a this or that - Skyscrapers
that will not budge; truck doorways
that do not open; a month of miserly
Mondays with no expectation of a
tomorrow at all.
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The double-yellow line means 'Do
Not Pass," and I shall do my best
here to obey.
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