Flint Mitted Monkeys

In the millionth season they've finally blossomed ready to garnish a famished brain, but mind monkeys will pillage a garden snatching anything fruitful away... screaming atop flint branches just beyond trembling reach sitting so smug and casually bouquet of scythes in mitts of flint chattering away... "if you want it so badly, come fetch the scent of your dream, indecision man" all the while I'm idling in a barrel of gasoline mind monkeys nibbling the heads off the dream.