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08 June 2006

OMG! Monkey... (poem, that is). [More:]


AFTER SCHOOL

We went to see the lady
with the monkey.

Half her living room was a cage,
floor to ceiling.

I held my nose from the smell.

The monkey had a trapeze,
cot, and silver dish with grapes.

It was small with a hood of white
fur around its face.

The monkey didn't like company.
It shrieked and threw grapes at us.

The lady banged on the cage
with a broom.

Her large breasts swayed
beneath her house coat.

She went to the kitchen
and returned with a pop tart.

I offered it to the monkey
who blinked at me

from under his bed.
post by: Pips at: 16:54 | 1 comment
My favorite monkey memory, by the by, is a trip to the Beardsley Zoo in Bridgeport, CT, with my birth mother and some friends, where we threw squares of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into the outdoors monkey cage. They truly went "bananas"...

My least favorite monkey memory is the time I saw this one chimpanzee grab a baby chimp, yank it to his lap, and furiously fuck it. The whole thing lasted about thirty seconds. The baby chimp toddled off, a bit dazed, and the male just sat there, his long, thin red penis throbbing. Disturbing, to say the least. (I have a poem about this one, too.)
posted by Pips 08 June | 17:30
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