Saturday, December 2, 2017

NOTHING 3

There was this one wild Monkey and everybody called him the Human Race. He started typing one night 'cause he never could sleep; and kept it up. Eventually, he typed all the works of Shakespeare. Then he started knocking out songs. Soon he made up the entire Dylan collection and Carol King's, too. People who called the Monkey a race of people were actually those people. It may be that the fingers wanted credit for what the whole Monkey did. Not a few of them caught on to what was happening and the credit for that phenomenon is due to some of the writings the Monkey made up. I believe it was when the Monkey heard about them that they really took off, though. This is funny. The Monkey hears through the ears of the people. Somehow, there' s a little Monkey in everybody.



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