If I Were a Monkey With No Stress

I would have monkey arms and ttail so I would jump from branch to branch and visit all the trees around in the city; Early in the morning, I would sit in one of them laughing, chating and looking down on people dashing out of their homes, waiting in lines for taxis or buses, getting stuck in the traffic long hours which often occurs; and in the evening, rushing out of their offices crawling across and along the streets just after they have left their warm and comfortable seats, while they are going back home with unrhythmic steps as a result of too much stress, and I would do that with great finesse