Once I saw a monkey man,
driving down my street in his monkey van,
kids tried to run away,
but monkey ran,
he brought the children to his monkey land.
If they got out of line,
with monkey man,
they'd get a slap,
from the back of his hand.
The favorite nut of monkey man,
was the pecan,
he loved pecans,
the monkey man,
he eats as manys as he cans.
Unlimited lifespan,
has the monkey man,
currently lives in Iran.
Likes to read comics,
batman,
superman,
while getting,
a monkey tan.
Been around,
since the caveman,
had the monkey man.
Used to be a doorman,
had monkey man.
Wanted to be an anchorman,
but there was a monkey ban.
Not a woman.
Not a man.
M o n k e y    M a n .

And there was a politician
His skin as orange as the California sun
A smile that made children want to run
Such a man whom all loved to hate
With a belly that made you wonder what he ate
He wished to “Make America great again”
All the while supporting Saddam Hussein
He was the true ‘Murican, he could not sin
Unlike those immigrants with their coloured skin
He was a violent soul to manys’ dislike
With a voice that sounded like a motorbike
However he would still bellow
Of how he was just a common fellow  
With a loan of a million dollars from his father
To start his business, though no one would bother
Failure after failure with no success
He now tries to add a nation to his mess

So many have omitted everyone else
So many have eliminated meaningful actions,
So many have deleted the word love and its operation.
So many have expunged its meaning,
So many have lost them self,
So many are all about them self
So many lost everybody else,
So many seek killing , straight ticket to hell.
So many love to hate,
Hate is the new love,
Hate hate, has become like a mans time to *******.
Hate hate, the normal, manys fate,
Hate hate, plugged into the mainstream,
Hate hate, ruins poor boys dreams,
Hate hate, get a date with disbelief,
Hate hate, you came early again not late,
Hate, get the hell out of here, we need love,

There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner
Doin’ some good business
As the venerable beads of the abacus announce
Their returns
An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what
It was equipped for
Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling

Flickering signs changing all the times
For the manys
Whilst flashing on for enlightenment
Of the fews
Broken light’s dancing on the pavement
It’s a sign on the shoes
While the sun blinds up as regular

These are the good times for the bad
Robbers of the daylight
Even better times for curtains
Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody
Stuttering out their views
We’re just watching a concerto
Making an overture to the blues.

How many holes does it take to fill a hole ?

How many souls to fill a grave ?

How many lies does it take
to build a bridge of truth ?

How many "how manys" you may ask

How many words make a mouthful ?

How many steps make a right direction ?

How many regrets in the choices not made ?

How many "how manys' you may ask

I once opened my eyes
I feel in love with a smile
That can be seen for miles
Manys days
Many months
Have given us time
I don't think we should rewind
I think about you
Not in a creepy way
But that you are in a good place
Your a good friend
Nothing can contest
The way I feel
When you say hi
My heart will never scribble you out
My eyes will never see
Another guy just like the one I see now
I love you as a friend x

I would tell you everything
and nothing:
the only thing I would wish to tell you, that I haven’t, is simply how much I care.
unfortunately I can’t tell you that.
at least not without too many pages of writing
too many minutes of song
too many lines of poetry
too many moments of life
too many lives to live
too many too many’s
therefore what you perceive as the care that I give and the feelings I have are only ever the over flows of lives lived, moments had, poems said, minutes with you , songs sung, pages read, and manys spent together