Magic Monkey
visited me in my dreams
again
last night.
He dances in
tippy-tap
on clouds of stardust
and silly banana peels.
A little oooh oooh
a little aaah aaah
a little
slinging his shit around
because that's just
what monkeys
do.
Dress 'em up
in fancy top hats
and tails,
but he's still a monkey.
He doesn't know any better.
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