Monkey Teaches Sunday School on Mondays
(With apologies to Pavlov and his dogs)
Younger monkeys e-mail elder monkey
and expect an answer within two minutes.
Elder monkey drools and writes right back.
He is turned on by the bells and
whistles of his computer.
“Woof! Woof!”
His handlers hand him a biscuit.
Elder monkey has grown to appreciate
tension and abuse:
the systematic beatings,
the shit and foul words hurled at his head.
The working conditions in his temple
kennel are overcrowded.
Elder monkey is overworked.
Yet he has managed to survive,
to stay alive and fight
what he once believed was the good fight.
Now he no longer knows:
nor does he drool anymore
when bells and whistles sound
and his handlers bait him with
an occasional, half-price biscuit.
Excellent, Roger. There is a lot to ponder in this. I have a copy of “Monkey Temple” and love the warning at the beginning of the book! (and the book)
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Thanks, Tanya. I love MT … one of my best. Those naughty monkeys. So good yo see you here. I have your books beside me on my table.
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I love MT as well! It makes me laugh and think. Btw, my third book in the fantasy series is almost ready for proof. I have the fourth book about halfway through its first write, and an urban fantasy series that I am going to spin off with one of my favorite characters from the original series. Thank you, as always, for your support and encouragement. I have a long way to go, but I wouldn’t be at this point without you. Many blessings your way!
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So kind of you to write those words, Tanya. Side by side and hand in hand … that is the way of art. Without the isolation of the work space, though, little would get done. I woke up early his morning: little people walking through my head and determined to make their little voices heard … you know that feeling all too well … best wishes for the books. And thank you for being here.
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