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Moral Weakness

by Thomas K. Hunt

It's an addiction
A habit if you may
You play with your monkeys
Give them back rides everyday
You're not content with one or two
You say, one more then I'm through
The truth isn't hard to come by
about you and your monkeys

Sit over here
Sit over there
Anywhere you sit
you sit in monkey hair
That's your problem
Keep the sirens at bay
I'll dial your number
when the monkeys go astray

You fight with your monkeys
You chase them away
Wake up tomorrow
Wake up the very next day
You open your door
from a knock three times
It's just your monkeys
standing all in line

It is what it is
It's not a dream
The more I live it
it is what it seems

08/12/2004

Posted on 08/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/12/04 at 05:11 AM

I have found it doesn't pay to monkey around. Good one....Charlie

Posted by Bethany Lee on 05/20/08 at 08:08 PM

are the monkeys a metaphor? I'm confused, but highly entertained!

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