Forgive me, Lord, for I have written free verse:
THE MONKEY FILES
Every poem has already been written,
waiting to be discovered,
including this one. A monkey made them,
and most of what the monkey made
made little sense, but somehow
the monkey banged out this little gem,
which may not be great human poetry
but is still pretty impressive for a monkey
who was typing with one hand
and shoving a banana into his mouth
with the other. And since what he was typing
was entirely random, it's miraculous
these words are spelled correctly
and contribute to sentences that happen
to correspond with thoughts of the random human
who rescued them from the monkey slush pile
and gave them a life, however meager,
the monkey could not dream of.
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