windblown monkey

Windblown Monkey

I’m a
windblown monkey
on the cusp
of distemper.


I have an
opposable thumb
a pink tongue
& a
small pouch
full of pebbles;
a lease on
the outcome,
squandered youth
on a leash.


Bring it on,
let’s accomplish
the mission.


Whatever you
scrutinize will
spring up &
bite into
your throat.

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