Draft # 1
Written in response to writing group prompt 'monkey on my back'
I don’t have a monkey on my back
I have a whole tribe troop, which means
As soon as I shake one off,
Another appears
Chattering in my ear
With insistent sibilance
About things
I’d rather forget
They are the gatekeepers
To my inner peace
Who belie their reputation
For spontaneity
With grim predictions
Of my imminent downfall
They are the weight of the world
I take upon myself
In the jungle of life.
The little buggers are everywhere, and it is amazing how fart they become gorillas
ReplyDeleteMine are more like baboons LOL
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