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June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Friday, December 17, 2010

11/17
Sonnets From Other Lives: Smitty

They say a rising tide’ll lift all boats
but this sinking dingy that’s my life these days
for all my bailing barely stays afloat
& now they say they’ll take my house away
‘cause I can’t make payments on a stinkin ARM
I got talked into in 2006.
I thought—Why not? What could be the harm?
But those bankers & lawyers got their tricks
worked out eight moves ahead of you & me.
& O I took the hook & swallowed hard.
Now it’s two more weeks or maybe three
before they put a sign up in my yard.
Before we all sink we should set a course
for CitiBank with torches & pitchforks.
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