The Social Life
The Social Life
A monkey sits on the roof, eats a bon, bon
with its wrapper on teasing a dog.
I sit in the bar, with Sylvia and Fred, drink
cola through a straw.
Bottles on shelves promise me I will be
strong, feel at ease with this weird couple.
Fear will flutter away
like butterflies in a glade
disturbed by a hare.
A small glass of beer,
the monkey laughed.
came down from the roof.
I`m confident again
Fred is funny and
Sylvia is beautiful
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