And now at last we all get
to make love to
the monkey
A glow beneath A bang above
A whimper at the end of love
No one has slept and sweetly
dreamed
Not since the monkey bucked
and screamed
The monkey's breath is sweet
and strong
The monkey's tongue is wet
and long
He neither speaks nor understands
He's got the whole world in
his hands
Marco Giunco |
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