I wrote this as metaphor. I think I was in a bad mood that day.
There is a monkey
playing a tune
with a little red hat and vest
The crowd claps
And he hops back onto
his keeper's shoulder to have a treat
The show over.
There is a woman
She tells jokes without mercy
wears her heart on her sleeve
plays tricks with cards
For a few tokens, for words
of approval.
At the end of my day
I take off the red hat and vest
Put down the organ
Tug at my leash.
Inside only emptiness.
Only thankful
I'm not in the zoo.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 13:33
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Monkey Suit
There is a monkey
playing a tune
with a little red hat and vest
The crowd claps
And he hops back onto
his keeper's shoulder to have a treat
The show over.
There is a woman
She tells jokes without mercy
wears her heart on her sleeve
plays tricks with cards
For a few tokens, for words
of approval.
At the end of my day
I take off the red hat and vest
Put down the organ
Tug at my leash.
Inside only emptiness.
Only thankful
I'm not in the zoo.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 654 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2007-06-25 at 13:33
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