Stuffed Monkey

I don’t want to be that crazy old lady

In the thrift shop

With the raspy voice

Buying stuffed animals

For grandchildren

She does not have.

 

“It’s On Sale”

She told me,

 

And the little stuffed monkey

Clung to her chest,

Because, he had 

Nowhere else to go.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

There is a secret western society keeps. It's a slow tragic unravelling at the end... a significant portion of the population will do this alone. That percentage is growing rapidly. There is a loneliness epidemic among even the normals now. I feel bad, crazy people are equipped to deal with this sort of thing. Neurotypicals are not. Suicide is going to be even more of a problem for the next couple generations. Of course, thats like, just my opinion man. I like your poetry.