The wheels are turning.
Beads of sweat are dripping down my back.
The question is hurting
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Deconstructed by disease,
I leave you lying there on your back
Must I do as I ****** well please
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Why is a monkey there at all?
What are you trying to say?
I lean back and scratch the wall
Perhaps I should take the blame

The wind is letting loose
There is electricity in the sky
Nowhere is there shelter
Why I cannot even fly

Deconstructed by medication
I find you there lying on your back
I ask simply but with trepidation
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Why is a monkey there at all?
Is it deliberate elaboration?
I read the word beneath the frame
The answer is Mitigation