The Back of the Monkey.

Americana Injustica

A pet in the lap of the admiralty,

purring to the stroking,

laughing at the joking,

you mean to keep me,

to reward your infidelity,

to please the eye by which you see,

to one day stuff my dead body,

and display the beast in me.

Fixed onto the back of the monkey,

the stray in the street,

bloody hands and dirtied feet,

you mean to tame me –

to take me home and re-name me,

to clean me up and change me,

to alter what Life’s made me.

You think you’ve tapped a bead,

but your eyes misconceive,

oh no, that isn’t me,

and since you fail to see,

the truth comes painfully,

I’ll draw blood before I leave,

there’s no re-naming me.

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One thought on “The Back of the Monkey.

  1. charlypriest says:

    “you mean to tame-me, take me home and rename-me” That was good, man do I know women like you. Love ya beautiful, by the way I can tame you and change you and……na. Love you All American Girl (in my eyes)

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