Living With the Primate
The little monkey in its cage;
That looked just like a baby.
Now he’s riding on your back
And you think he drives you crazy.
The monkey tells you listen;
It’s best you feed me now.
You tell him that you got no cash;
But you’ll work it out somehow.
You offer him some tidbits;
That should hold him for awhile.
He tells you that it just won’t do;
As he digs with claws just filed
Give me some narcotics; he says;
You have to make me well.
I’m the monkey on your back;
I can make your life a hell.
So of course you feed the monkey;
It’s just something else to serve.
But the monkey makes your life so sad
It’s more than you deserve.
The monkey use to be so cute;
Now it’s ugly and insane.
And people call you junkie;
As if it was your name.
You should overcome your habits;
Or lose all your control.
And your life will be a darkness;
That you’ll never really know
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2008
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