POEM: Monkey Business

Letting go and getting on with the good life, that bye the weigh which is not hanging on to wealth, power, and status.

Monkey Business

“To trap a monkey relies on its clenched fist, unwilling to let go.”

It was a jungle out there
He could help himself
So he couldn’t help himself
Grab the villager’s nut
Inexorably tightfisted
Captive to that middle passage
As narrow as fruit full
That bottleneck to capitalists’ dreams
The most for the least
Turning on
Evolution’s trick
An unimaginable catch
Release
Giving everything fore free
However crypt ticket
That message in a bottle
Everything for sail
Monkey sea
Monkey due
That inescapable lesson
That uncanny ajar
And say
Monkeys
Uncle
Let go

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