We both sit on this rocky outcrop
he's killing critters, me I am playing drums
and whist I am composing something dire
the monkey is playing with his plums.
The lions on the plain of reality
look lustful hunters so ready for dinner
but monkeys say what monkeys do
just **** by will and ****** well gibber
I sit as more and more come to the rock
I watch them push and fight, day and night
and I start to wonder, should I leave them
should history be, Me and the monkey man
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
We both sit on this rocky outcrop
he's killing critters, me I am playing drums
and whist I am composing something dire
the monkey is playing with his plums.
The lions on the plain of reality
look lustful hunters so ready for dinner
but monkeys say what monkeys do
just **** by will and ****** well gibber
I sit as more and more come to the rock
I watch them push and fight, day and night
and I start to wonder, should I leave them
should history be, Me and the monkey man
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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