Banana Boogie

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Peeling a luscious banana, ah!
And swinging from arm to arm,
In these luscious jungle trees.
Inhaling a clean, Spring breeze 

You humans, cogitating and worrying,
Cannot even conceive of the joyous life 
and freedom, 
Of being a monkey!

We wear no masks as you looney humans do!
We worry not about drones as
some of you are so given to.
We are not prize driven,like some of you.

No poisons are to our systems shot.
That gives you geniuses, heart rot!
We mingle as we wish!
We are not obedient, blind fish,

Yes, indeed,we may not be as
intelligent or attractive as you!
But we are not under lockdown 
by power mad humans~like you.

No Fauci creepazoids on our land
dare roam!
For we would chase him back to
you!
To live in the land of iPhones
and those insufferable, endless bullets,

             
                       6/5/2021





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Eagle Avatar
June 13, 2021 at 6:54 AM
The humor in this poem was creative and mad me laugh!
Romios Avatar
June 13, 2021 at 8:06 AM
Funny, I agree. And will accept the creativity in your most intelligent and observant poetic comment, my Friend! Pangie xx
Cunningham Avatar
June 6, 2021 at 9:21 AM
Oh to be an ape man lol, reminds me of that song, apeman by the kinks. Tom
Romios Avatar
June 7, 2021 at 7:47 AM
Darn! Do not know that song Tom Pangie xx
Hinshaw Avatar
June 5, 2021 at 1:57 PM
LOLs, Pangie! To be as free and stress free as the apes! You make some very insightful thoughts in this one! I love bananas - I keep them in stock and Vera used to say that I was eating so many that my knuckles were beginning to drag on the ground like our gorilla cousins!
Romios Avatar
June 7, 2021 at 7:45 AM
Hysterical.what Vera said to you..ROFLMAO, Freedom is not important here,, how sad. I try to get the message across., even in light form..a loss. The message sinks in quicksand! A tragedy to me. Poets define reality. But no,,,,they let reality, define them and their future, Thank you..,Pangie xx
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