O, speak yonder owl, filled with wisdom as you are
Tell me how I can swing from a star
Well, little chimpanzee, I’ve some advice for you
Keep the door to monkeyshines ajar
Mr. Macacque, why the long face?
The human race is in a very tight place
~ Monkeyshines
our Saving Grace
Typical chest-beating testosterone
Braggadocios tales
of digital conquest
Wannabe pick-up artist
paint the Don Juan canvas con
lip sly palate best
Locker room omission
of depleted ego transmission:
repeated clicked dial tone
Boastful teen wolf puffs
ain’t saying piggly much
Nothing burgers be flipping the script,
phantom date ...
Monkeyshines gon tell you all about it
Mean Jane Doe skirt euphemisms
smock cover an empty, flaccid affair
Donkey Kong down under,
braying in limp pole position,
got an index finger waving in the air
Perpendicular rumors
pointing upward
with misogynist, grapevine swinging flair
But it’s all just vain ape talk,
didn’t nothing Tarzan happen ...
just hormonal loneliness
taking a fictional jungle walk
Much ado male whispers,
Romeo nothing
getting the pride jitters
Nobody must Juliet know
that not much of anything happened tho’
When the girl interrupted pillow party call came —
that lucky number ...
whose virgin reputation was put to gossip shame,
she didn’t even recall his tarnished name
The 1960's were pretty freaky
The British invasion pretty sneaky
Old Guard politics pretty creaky
(America's favorite dessert a Twinkie)
Folk singers and protest songs pretty cheeky
~ Bob Dylan's voice gravelly and pretty squeaky
Barry Goldwater's horn-rimmed specs plenty geeky
Boston Celtics' championship run plenty streaky
(Kids 'of all ages' favorite toy a Slinky)
Woodstock Music Festival's skies plenty leaky
Jimmy Hendrix' Star-Spangled Banner provocatively neat-key
~ Not to mention the paleoanthropological excavations and monkeyshines
of Louis and Mary Leakey!