A monkey can be smarter than a sage: A poem 

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I thought I could be a cloud 

that encompassed the sky  

I thought I could be a grass field 

that enveloped the earth 

I thought I could be a fire 

that couldn’t be put out by 158 fishy fire engines 

I could kickass; my balls were brass, 

nobody could touch my class. 

This feeling is good as long as it lasts 

This wood is not stone, it rasps 

This flesh is not beyond grasps. 

A belly can be made jelly 

A spine can be made to whine 

Do I have no respect or have respect for my age? 

To realise I’m living in a glass cage 

A monkey can be smarter than a sage 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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