Macaca Fascicularis
man, man
you search yourself and you search yourself for life
the same as when macaca is searching for lice:
- with the monkey sister you nibble on your belly
- with the monkey brother you nibble on your back
- the monkey god
after getting tired of stealing (from tourists):
slippers, sunglasses, bags
lipsticks, thong panties
it goes up on your head
to lice you a little bit more
to tickle your scruff
you're looking for her
but she's right there
where else to be
when carried away by the waves
in the white snow
discovering
the wind
only you know, humble and hungry dog
the insatiable as you do expect
to lick her legs, and
only you know
that
you promised her round two
(when you already gave it all in round one)
oh, man, man
you are looking, and looking for yourself
macaca shakes its hand: - if you have nothing better to do
look
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2022
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