Mr. Monkey
quietly, at first, softly whispering
I hear him calling me
my mind, shoving it back into the dark corners,
like memories of a child's misery
he slowly, yet defiantly begins to tug at me
the whisper, becoming a spoken suggestion
curling my soul up into my stomach
like emotional indigestion
and I try to fight it
but fighting it only makes me admit he's there
and with that loss of ground,
my will begins to tear
and now, like a bully sensing intimidation,
he begins to laugh with authority
loudly voicing commands, he stands
grinning at me accordingly
finally, I give in
wide eyes, now sly, sporting my own grin
and begin to cut,
chop chop chop
and roll the bill again
he's not so big now!
just look at him, he's trying to leave!
oh no, my friend, until the end,
you will remain with me!
I laugh and grab his collar,
and yank him on his ass
right here you sit, until I say
and watch me roll this dollar
with all my laughter and ego rush,
I barely even notice
as he sits, cowering under my glory,
he maintains his smirk for the moment
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