Monkeys’ Bread Oath to the Blood of the Folded Bedsheet

[Mon Key]

Monkeys’ Bread Oath to the Blood of the Folded Bedsheet

Oh how we long to be free of these shackles
These filthy, lovely bonds
that make us feel as though we belong
And keep us from gliding into infinity
with fused spirit thereon
There is no Maker, as much as there is no Taker
Oh how I long, for the simple life
Of a baker

-Mon Key

[1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21]

Oh how I long, for the simple life
Of a baker


I like that.

[Mon Key]

Thanks.
May i ask what you took it's meaning to be?

[1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21]

Thanks.
May i ask what you took it's meaning to be?

I don't know what you meant by this poem, but it sounds to me like you want to stop being human and become godly or divine. Might be a stretch, especially since I have no idea what the point of a folded bed sheet is here.

Unless this has something to with love, which I don't think it does.