The monkey crossed himselfBefore hesitantly opening his laptop,Scared about what he’d find.He brought up his browserAnd flipped to Google.”How to end it all with a smile…”The results appearedAnd cascaded down his screen.Lost in the mists of advertisingThe monkey was desperate forSome kind of meaning.Google couldn’t provide that,But neither could his life.Slamming the computer shut,The monkey…