Monkeys
~Siniphous
Immersed in time the monkey stands,
He holds his head in bleeding hands
And tries his best to make amends.
For monkeys see what monkeys do,
And monkeys cry I tell you true
For monkeys die as all things do.
Heard not saw not spoke…not yet,
But sometimes monkeys know regret
As often monkeys can’t forget.
Yes, often monkeys don’t forget
That monkeys die as all things do
But sometimes monkeys make amends
For all the things that monkeys do.
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