The crazy monk

kept banging his head

on the wall

in an effort

to drive away

the crazy spirit

that possessed his mind.

 

The spirit had convinced

him

that it was holy,

and the monk,

eager to save his soul

had accepted it.

 

The archbishops were laughing

at the sight,

stroking their beards

and counting

what was in the plate.

Investing in hope

always yields profit.

 

Fivos R Drymiotis 11/30/2005