Monkeys

monkeys talk and they make sense about as much as the business men in central park on their lunch break or after dark when they escape monkeys dance to the disco beat like the hooligans on city streets weaving in and out of traffic lanes forget the face, forget the names monkeys yawn in college class then raise their hands as if to ask when you grade is there a curve have they heard a single word monkeys love their party hats and extra special party masks it all seems odd but then again it all makes perfect monkey sense