a peep
in ages, from all those
flying monkeys.
they were so good at first
with
letting me know the scoop
on our
mutual
person of interst.
they stopped calling,
texting,
dropping by with little
tid bits of info,
of gossip and half lies.
they've moved
on to other trees,
i guess, swinging madly
in their monkey ways,
choosing sides.
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