Satire

Monkey Minds

Poetry

“You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image, when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” — Anne Lamott

Unsettled monkey minds in three-piece suits, jumping to conclusions, dropped their masks and cannibalized the big bad boy sitting cross-legged in his time-out in the corner.

The grass looked greener on the other side: work cubicles scrubbed and sterilized, grey matter dutifully unionized.

The sun agreed to never shine The clouds vowed to dull his mind The stars foretold his fate in grand misfortune And so the blind would lead the blind.

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