The monkey bowed his head towards her,
And saw what he thought must be the answer,
To every question he'd never asked.
The best feeling I've ever had, she said
Was when I'd wondered into the forest,
And found myself trapped in the sun,
Right in the middle Monchella, at the core
It was simmering hot and soon,
I couldn't feel my face,
I couldn't feel my feet.
It was when I got out my dear,
That was the best feeling ever.

Softly positioned beneath the ****** sky
Mongaloo rubbed his sore belly,
Picking the moss bites out of his naval
And ingesting them in his heat stricken misery.
Oh gloomy am I when forced to bare witness
To such abysmal stupidity.
You Catch are truly a tragic reminder
Of the need for infectious disease,
Or another global disaster.

Catch rubbed his eyes and moaned a bit
Then replied to Mongaloo with much certainty,
That it was in fact his mothers fault
For being such a dreadful ****,
And raising him so poorly.

Savvy boy bite that tongue in half,
Are you at a loss for words?
Do you ever regret it, being a coward?
I could never write a love letter, I’m too cynical – too sadistic,
I could be your darling, sweetheart
Get dressed up for you every Friday night,
I could trap myself in a telephone root,
Get ****** and try not to think about it.
But I could never be a coward.

Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?

Self ridicule, the antonym of a tool, but always kept handy.
Enduring desolation,
Inveterate stagnation.
Solitary despondence; the promise; this poison kills.
A fist versus brick and mortar, place your bets.
Roll loaded dice to prove-
And you don't need an ultimatum to know-
Cold, crazy or familiar, either way-
People in stone houses shouldn't throw glass.