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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The monkey, that’s me, The monkey that pretends to be free. So happy to have his day, To hear the cheers, the laughs, And you looking my way. Laughing at the faces I make, My clever tricks, the cakes I bake, Clapping resounds in my ears, And blows away my silent tears. It’s the monkey’s day, No matter how many tricks I play, A monkey I will stay. I will always be locked up in my little cage, I may shake the bars in sorrow or rage, But I need the peanuts they throw in my face, I need their laughing to avoid disgrace. A little monkey, with monkey hopes and monkey dreams, Monkey desires and monkey schemes, Monkey wishes his fears away, Monkey longs for a better day. Sometimes I take myself so seriously, As if I’m very important really, I dress up as if I’m real and proud, And strut around my head in a cloud. I pretend that I’m important for you and the world, I drink up the laughter the applause of the girls, Just before I realise my dilemma, My cloths are too small my act is a failure. Sometimes they pick my cage up and move it around, Sit it the wall or put it on the ground, Sometimes they take me out in the sun, Or swing it around to have some fun. But most of the time they forget that I’m here, Here in the dark of a thousand years. Alone waiting for you to come home, Searching the horizon for your grave stone. In fact there’s nothing left at all, In my monkey brain they nailed to the wall. Does a monkey have a soul? Am I for real or really just a hole. Will I wake up and disappear? Will I wake up and become thin air? That will really be the day, The day the monkey got away. My last trick, they didn’t see nor even care, The day the monkey dissolved in thin air. No more shaking my cage in despair, No more pretending that I am here, No more strutting about, making a noise, No more playing with my plastic toys. I will disappear and no one will see, Nor even remember a faint memory of me, They’ll put the empty cage on the wall, And my ghost will eat the peanuts they let fall, As they continue to wonder, laugh and clap, At the empty cage, dead monkey on your lap. Full version at : http://labyrinthoflies.com Spoken also at: http://youtu.be/ig26KyXpbyE
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