Just a funky punk monkey Still hunkering down In a bunker Like nuclear waste Underground In debunking Dysfunctional Government sites Black as nights Without stars Shedding light On the sighting Of UFO Not so reality Shows I have seen Where the wild things go In a dream From a nightmare returned To tell tales No one cares To oblige Even moments in passing Me by To describe What utopia Really implies And belies To the eye And its peace of mind’s Cheapest disguise As a verdant oasis Of homeostasis Devoid of all suffering Heinous disgraces But parity Rarely exists In such forms That impurity Prurient norms Haven’t borne The frail weight of the psalm Before storm Or the thinly veiled Heavy crown Lying adorns For each rose has its thorn And despite the new flower In bloom on the Horn By the ivory towers Into I was torn