Transmigrated Monkey-man

World and Time, you monkeyed
Me into a decrepit and cold-moneyed
Ape –
How, transmigrated old babe,

I grow distantly hard as a nail
And thereby hangs the tail-end of my tale:
Fate –
Hangs me upon a use-by date;

World! I grimace you goodbye!
Now as I lay me down to infinitely die,
Time –
Monkey me not into another hateful clime.

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Nice metaphor. Good diction. Keep on writing .