up in the early morning
dancing away to the dead
tune of his ***** grinder--

it's the type of sound that
plays in the background of your
nightmares and wakes you with fright
in the middle of the night
wondering where it went wrong.

attached at the hip, thinking
how to give this guy the slip,
but there's only one way out...
so the monkey has to choose:
suffer forever, or die.

trapped by false ideals of love,
the monkey stays with master.
never having known freedom,
it's an easy decision to make,
if you can live with that choice.

the monkey is still chained
to junkyard heart, dancing to
that same wretched grinding tune