Yesterday I told you of a monkey in a tree, fenced, in to protect him from you and me.You try feeding him peanuts, Cracker Jack, things like that, laughing in his face, jesters too. Not to realize that you are making fun of yourself, not the monkey, If only you could be in his place looking out at you.It's funny, but the jokes not of him but on you.For he is doing great, being in this estate, doing what monkeys do.everything for his conveniences and all for free.make no mistake
so if it pleases you take a good look, make a funny face but to remind yourself, that you are the one, that's paid a dollar just to come and tease. so take one more look before you leave for you are the one that has the problem, not the monkey in the tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem