In Vegas, a Monkey on a Leash
was selling high fives for a quarter.

It's not often
you get a good deal from a monkey,
so I invested.

I held out the quarter toward his monkey paw,
and that goddamn monkey grifter,
he took it for free—
gave me no 'props'.

I didn't call this monkey out,
but he got his—
The carnie-monkey-master said,
Hey! Hey!
The monkey saw what bullshit he'd pulled,
he pranced over and gave me skin,

and it was perfect,
because monkeys
have little people hands.