Ordinary

May 31, 2016

Get rid of the monkeys that haunt their cage

send them back to their blanketed jungles.

They have no span of attention let alone do they know what it means

seriously an atom is bigger than their brains.

Tainted with ugly laughs and old jokes

even the bananas can't take it.

The vines have owners

and after a while the vines are loners.

Missing trees are back?

You can thank the zookeepers

they run the zoo.

Queens and kings of the jungle they are

but yet they have no riches.

All these novelties

I speak hatred

and

fondness toward

are regular people

moms

dads

children

and teachers.

Excuse my rhyme with Copacabana

but I must go to buy my bananas.

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