I’ll tell you a story, it’s certainly true
Of islands, caves and monkeys too
Read it real close, there isn’t much glory
It’s more than just words, an allegory
Stuck on an island without trees or sand
Surrounded by oceans, no water or land
Where corn doesn’t listen or try to hear;
And potatoes can’t see nor shed a tear;
There’s thumping like that of a beating drum
It’s heavy and deep, a constant thrum
Vibrations a plenty, deeps wells of disquiet
Caves full of sadness, dark and defiant
Monkeys that see, monkeys that do
Monkeys are everywhere, some with tattoos
They taunt and they laugh, they frolic and play
Making a mockery in every possible way
Amidst all the chaos, just look very closely
You’ll find a man sitting, looking quite lonely
Dressed in his jeans and navy blue cotton
All by his lonesome; unnoticed, forgotten
Tears are his offspring; distress, his companion
Wandering through these hills of bananas
He’s trapped on this island, madly annoyed
Wishing for quiet to drown out the noise
Maybe he’ll hide in the caves till the end
Instead of the chaos, he’ll just play pretend
He’ll talk to himself in madness and worry
Telling tall tales and marvelous stories
Time takes its toll; his mind almost gone
His desire to live has mostly moved on
He lays down his head on blankets of plaid
And dreams of the days when he was a lad
Then all of a sudden he started to fall
Down a dark crevice under the wall
He tumbles, bumbles and rollies his pollie
Right into a monkey riding a trolley
Why must the monkeys torment him so?
His only desire, to be left alone
The story goes on, a tale to transcend
Eternal by nature, never to end
There’s nothing to gain by this tale I have told
Of sadness and chaos and monkeys tenfold
Perhaps you can lend your ear to the man
Give him a token or lend him a hand
© Alan Zaugg 2019
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