[Monkey looks down lachrymating and laughing]

 

Monkey looks down lachrymating and laughing

at a candied string of an angel offspring.

But he is looking down,

and his confines are very tight

where he might try and shake them.

 

Monkey's magnetic chaste witch attraction

disentangled precepts have grown bold,

the angel offspring thinks he's grown old.

But his eyes are only there to uphold

cyclists of sleep that run deep

from every corner,

feeling something cold and soothing..

 

Monkey wrote a song for you today

while he was sitting in his room.

 

Monkey broke his jaw for you;

found a bloody tooth and ripped it out.

 

Monkey waltzed with a giraffe

who had his face held back with a stool.

 

Monkey's eyes got darker in space,

like his cage

late in the day and well on the way

while feeling something inside him,

that was never there before.

 

Monkey waited, and prayed, and played

with all his family.

Monkey touched something warm and moving

bend the clouds and reach around.

Monkey's hands were made into happy articulations.

 

Monkey can take his clothes off.

 

Monkey heard a beautiful voice

that he would forget,

while being a monkey.

The light stared flawlessly,

and monkey licked his tail, and grabbed his angels,

and felt a great sadness.

 

Monkey woke up violently hemorrhaging.

The vomitus stained red from his aortian channels.

His skin falling off of his bones.