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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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a mused

...
i caught my hairy unctuous muse

with a windex bottle and a squeegie
smearing his fetid orange juices
all over the bedroom window
at three in the morning

his brown wrinkled paws knuckled white
caught in the glow of a waning bitch of a moon
his brown wrinkled eyes whiteless
caught in the glow of my waning passion

"Shit," he said.

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