This 'One' Monkey Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One monkey,
Does not stop a show.
UNLESS...
This 'one' monkey,
Traveled to find the right venue...
Wrote the script,
And picked the director too.
Sold most of the tickets,
While others seeking to get paid...
Kept their 'tales' to tell,
To masquerade a charade.
With egos on their shoulders...
And attitudes to delude,
Themselves to be 'stars'...
While sitting on their backs,
Bragging about their lack of talent.
Talent that 'one' monkey,
Knew none of them had.
And decided another headache,
It did not want to have...
By stopping the show and leaving.

'But why can't the other monkeys,
Do their own 'thing'? '

That would mean they would have to work.
That would mean they would have to,
Sacrifice time.
Be disciplined with initiative.
That would mean also,
Proving to have interest in their own careers.
And not believe,
To accomodate 'one' monkey...
Who has done everything possible,
To have others monkeys shine in limelight...
Can do it to think,
Sitting on their behinds to whine is fine.

'Oh.
And I heard it told,
That monkey thought it was 'grand'.
But that monkey had too much in its hands.'

And that's how it goes,
When 'one' monkey stops...
A doing unseen to expose to show,
Monkeys who 'talk' the 'talk'...
Do less walking.
And little on their backs do they carry a load.
Unless, of course...
Its bananas to snack on and that gets old.