Monkey and the Bean Counter
An acolyte in a charcoal suit runs by.
He neither stops nor speaks
but slips on slippery words
dripping from another monkey’s tongue.
This other monkey has eyes of asphalt,
a patented pewter soul,
ice water flowing in his veins.
“Hear not! See not! Speak not!”
The hatch of his mind is battened tightly down.
Nothing gets out nor in.
The acolyte’s fingers grasp at a khaki folder,
his manifesto for success.
The other monkey stalks to his office
and turns on the radio.
His favorite music is the clink of mounting money.
Disturb him at your peril:
this monkey is very important,
and very, very busy.
First, he empties all the chocolate candies from the box.
Then he sorts them into little piles:
green with green, brown with brown, blue with blue, red with red.
Then, like the Good Shepherd counting His flock,
he counts them again and again,
to ensure that not one has gone astray.
rogermoorepoet 
These just are magical, Roger. I love them on so many levels. And they make me laugh!
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They are funny. Just imagine, all those degrees in accounting, night courses, updates, and all, and counting smarties and sorting them all by colors. I do love my monkeys. So glad you like them.
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I adore them! And the voice reading them.
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You just reminded me, I have some mini chocolate bars to sort, and there is a glass or red wine calling my name.
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Make sure you color sort those chocolate bars, John. Don’t let any get away!
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They all tell a story, Roger, and on several levels; comical, allegorical, metaphorical, and mystical.
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I still giggle when I re-read them … some of them bring back memories of my childhood, that’s how old certain monkeys are.
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