My monkeys eat mangoes
While churches topple
And religions grapple
With ancient arguments
Over which benevolent, peaceful all loving god
Gets to enjoy the spoils of the soaring death toll.  

A loud burst in the jungle,
A squabble over mangoes.
Stupid monkeys,
Can’t even build a bomb.

He takes Lady for a walk
A ***** down, murky ground
A sly, hairy stench of warmth.

He takes Lady for a walk
Toenails scratch shattered shells
A fishy desire for something wild
Something half alive.

He takes Lady for a walk
She licks the competition’s
asinine assumption
But a moment of odorous ardor.  

He takes Lady for a walk
Tethered from the nether
Restrained from region
Retrained from reason
A charm bracelet away from her freedom.