This poem was originally published on 10 August 2016.

I’ve got a monkey on my shoulder,
And my heart is turning green.
My mind is over matters,
But I don’t know what that means.
My eyes are clearly focused,
And I configured my ear,
My teeth are on retainer,
With the fellow tongue kept near.

I’ve got an elephant in my room,
And my brain is turning red.
Both my feet are on the floor,
But I crash-landed on my bed.
My pillow’s a piece of patchwork,
But a mirror to my thoughts,
I turn and toss and twist! Alas!
I han't a chance to find the plot!
How can rest be such a cost?

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