Writings

an ode to the shit flinging monkey
lets say his name is barry
he'll pull you in every time
and then ask you to carry
the burden of his quest
his raptuous desire
chew you up, spit you out
and then wonder why there's fire

with a mouthful of psycho babble
and no remorse of which to speak
tuck you in with monkey hands
and lull you into sleep
while your head is safely down
he'll raise a club up high
smack you once, smack you twice
and then blame you for the try

so hold your jewels with both hands tight
lest barry comes for you
you won't see him coming
coz you won't know his moves
convincing in delivery
albeit shallow words
you'll question your very soul
before you question hers


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