My formula for living has always bin
Be happy, start each day with a great big grin
Easy pill to swallow
Others will follow
Monkey see, monkey do, so let's all begin
Mind if I ask if there's anything left
When it comes to common sense
With Band wagon outside you jump on for the ride
Not caring if it's East or West
Where you carry the tune of a marching buffoon
A Lemming at the edge of the cliff
No one's leading the charge, you just think that they are
...crowd control at its best
As you continue to do what they tell you to
More common but very little sense
Where I used to laugh now I find it sad
As no one seems to check the facts
You can boo hoo and cry, chase butterflies
In this fantasy world you live
Cover your ears along with your eyes
Could you cover your mouth instead
But alas you're in the loop of monkey see monkey do
Here's a little secret that can't be kept
What you thought you once knew no longer rings true
That has a lot to do with the lack of common sense
Monkeys, apes, gorillas---all so close to human
They can sleep in any bed a hotel has extra room in
Wearing glasses, reading matter in hand
~ Primate scholars, intellectual Tarzans
Monkeys are subjected to personification
When from the jungle they are on vacation
We talk of 'monkey business' and 'monkey shines'
~ While a 'barrel of mankeys' is a fine, funny line
Monkey see, Monkey do
If you're a monkey, happy birthday to you!
Feel the need to monkey around?
~ Your spouse'll make a monkey (out) of you
To throw a monkey wrench into this poem
~ Just go ape over it. That'll show 'em
Boys in their fathers’ moulds grow
Recycling habits and tidbits seen
Enacted as fathers punches at mothers throw
As fathers’ tantrums grow mean.
Boys in domestic settings grow well mannered
Aping fathers who set mellow manners’ templates
Boys replicate to avoid growing ill-mannered
When in future homes meals wives serve on peace plates.
Boys imbibe fathers’ Bible of Attitudes
Embracing silence and balance
Gleaned from meek fathers’ habitudes
That shy away from insolence insistence.
Boys braggart they become
If home templates preach arrogance
Whereas stable husbands in a future home
Grow from cultures promoting peace with a wife’s dance.
If a cat got your tongue
And deer's are chewing gum
Yeah! and when pigs fly
Monkey see monkey do
Why? then do onions make you cry
What you gonna do?
1/17/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I have listened to your stories
You're very good at what you do
The fear you've kept inside our heads
With all your doom and gloom
They say no news is good news
To leave it out you think is best
Plus you can't be bothered
With the little thing that they call facts
This has gone on so long you see no wrong
In how you spread the news
Well time is up Mr. and Mrs. Media
You're like the little boy who cried wolf
You've lead us on for so long
Some of us are starting to see
That in the wake of what you say
It's mostly make believe
You've fooled us once, fooled us twice
So why not try a few more times
It's monkey see, monkey do
As these blind monkey's follow you
You think a noble fight is being fought
But it's more like bought and sold
Where you'll go down in history
As the media who cried wolf
So you can scream the sky is falling
Or the Big Bad Wolf is at the door
What's the word they say...oh yea "FAKE"
As we don't believe you anymore...
My formula for living has always been
Be happy, start each day with a great big grin
Easy pill to swallow
Others will follow
Monkey see, monkey do, let's all begin
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
I’m a monkey who lived all alone
So of I went and got me a clone
He looks just like me
Moved into my tree
And now he wants a clone of his own
My wife says I need glasses
But I don't think I do
Cause I fed that monkey a banana
One evening at the zoo
She said, "You know that's not a monkey"
But I would disagree
She said, "You knew that was my mama"
Well, it looked like a monkey to me
I can see as good as always
And I don't bump into the wall
I only got lost a couple of times
While walking down the hall
Things might be a little blurry
I just need a little sleep
So don't worry about these peepers
They still have plenty of peep
I still see that hairy monkey
I just act like it's not there
My wife still says it's her mama
Underneath that monkey hair
Monkey see....monkey do...
Monkey took a poo poo...
Monkey pooed on my arm..
on my shirt...icky warm...
Monkey poo rings my alarm!
Monkey monkey...look at you!
Get this off...it's from your wah-zoo!!
Eep! eep! eep! said the monkey!
Then he squeezed his nose...
'cause it smelled funky!
You cried wolf, I answered in a rash impulse. You screamed out loud so I got
quiet and ran all about. I wanted you to stay, but you ran so far away. I felt like I
had been led astray.
You were my life, but you say things differently late at night. I called
you, but I can’t utter a single word! I gave you less than you deserved! I tried
working things out. Yet I didn’t realize you would find the real truth out.
I could walk away while you had the courage to stay. Even when we
seemed we were miles away. We we’re even closer than every break of day.
Then the devil’s came back with reinforcement to destroy us, but we had nothing
further to discuss. I watched our life turn to dust!
I love you so, but I can’t breathe in this undertow. Through it all I will
always cherish you. I cried for help because of the way I felt. Still you ran back to
them. I guess no matter how hard we all try we just can’t win.
True feelings aren’t supposed to die. I guess true love lies with your
friends, and real love only weighs thin. Falling for you is my only bleeding sin. I
was your only true friend!
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