Without My Monkey (written Sept. 2001)
I talk to a monkey.
He listens through the floor.
It's the day of our departure,
but the monkey is going to stay.
It's okay, though, because that
monkey steals from me when I sleep.
Maybe I'll buy a ferret.
Maybe I'll go it alone.
He listens through the floor.
It's the day of our departure,
but the monkey is going to stay.
It's okay, though, because that
monkey steals from me when I sleep.
Maybe I'll buy a ferret.
Maybe I'll go it alone.