POEM: Little Monkey

little monkey, where are you?

do you live in the same zoo?

did they give you a tire swing?

or just duvets and napkin rings?

useless crap strewn floor to ceiling

judging by your giddy squealing

i think the former, not the latter

ah, to live a life of monkey matters

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