Monkeys
monkeys talk and they make sense
about as much as the business men
in central park on their lunch break
or after dark when they escape
monkeys dance to the disco beat
like the hooligans on city streets
weaving in and out of traffic lanes
forget the face, forget the names
monkeys yawn in college class
then raise their hands as if to ask
when you grade is there a curve
have they heard a single word
monkeys love their party hats
and extra special party masks
it all seems odd but then again
it all makes perfect monkey sense
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