A smoker sits at the bar, quietly feeding the monkey, when in walk a lawyer, a doctor, and a priest.
They sit down, wave their hands dramatically to clear the air, and scoff at him.
The Doctor says, "You know, feeding that beast is a medical disaster. You’re killing the body."
The Priest says, "It’s a moral failing. You’re polluting the temple."
The Lawyer says, "It’s a liability nightmare. You’re infringing on the public interest."
The smoker takes a slow drag, exhales away from them, and says, "You guys don't get it. I’m not feeding the monkey because I love him. I’m feeding him so he stays in his cage."
He looks at the three of them and shrugs.
"I burn leaves to keep my monkey quiet. You bill by the hour to keep yours fed, you scare people with hellfire to keep yours obedient, and you cut people open to see how yours works."
He taps his ash.
"We’ve all got a monkey on our back, gentlemen. Mine just happens to be the only one you can see."
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