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Here he comes the big bad monkey banana ****** wit the jungle as his flunky,

Fully equipped with his hundred yard stare and a streak of silver in his hair,

Animals of the jungle kneel to his feets,
Cause he pocesses the strength and swag of 50 fleets,


Not blood thirsty but his thirst varries from figs to berries, here he comes king of the Congo beating his chest like a bongo,

Doughter don't laugh clear his path or feel his raph,

Prime mate top of the food chain when it comes to terror they are one in the same

When it comes to terror he'll make it rain and when terror is spoken bout remember the name GORILLA
The majority of my childhood was spent in the streets, and when you in the streets everyone uses nicknames. I was giving this nickname because of how I bond wit the fellas and the fact that I'm so aggressivly honest. I guess this started my luv fo gorillas
Pax Dec 2020
I ask the people of the world
Why must we keep boxes of
each race, barricades in each
Borders, separate lives of each
Cultures, as our truth varries in
    each mirrored choices, then we
Carry the havy consequences,
The burden of these shackled
Past - we ponder to wonder
These nightmarish Regrets
So in the end, the answer is
Subjective, rules and walls
Are there for a reasonable
Purpose
It maybe
good or bad
Light or dark
Day or night
An infinite battle
Running in circles
         to maintain
chaos and order
in one box.
we the inhabitants of the world
Conquerors to our own selfish deeds
Our Survival depends
to the equally cruel
jungle and our own fellow.
Laiba Oct 2019
The power of words is left unknown
Varries to the world
Varries to me
They say stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
But
For
Me
Words
****
Me
Sad realty

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