![]() Monkey on a StringA Poem by Montag![]() ![]() Monkey on a String
I have
a monkey on a string I have
a little bell I ring then
monkey comes to do my bidding washing
pots and babysitting he brings me news, he trims my nails keeps
me from goin’ off the rails. But my monkey on a string became a discontented underling no
more clown to make me smile just a staring straight ahead, like any half-fed crocodile He
claims his dreams are stalked by visions I
think he’s making poor decisions.
Do you
ever wonder why monkeys serve us? Does
it ever make you a little nervous the
way they scurry around and clap their paws and
prattle on about Santa Claus?
Do you
ever wonder what monkeys think after
work when they have a drink or
late at night, as they rub their feet and
contemplate the things they’re not allowed to eat?
Monkeys
are as monkeys do (I
don’t have to explain that to you) and if
we had to state it in a single thesis it
would be that monkeys are a--lesser--species.
Still,
my monkey was my favorite friend until
that final, angry end It’s
funny how so many solutions seem
to point to revolutions.
I have
a monkey on a string I have
the latest jetpack I
climb the sky without a wing
but not without a setback. © 2025 MontagReviews
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