Walking thru the monkey troupe

I should have been descriptive, about a tortured mind,

About how they crossed the road from me, but they had no spine,

Just laughing monkeys hanging on a grapevine, in a troupe,

Doom coming, no upright heart

They’d like me to justify again, at mercy, their banana flinging,

But I couldn’t give a fuck about any of them, their nose picking,

Good riddance to them, going their troupe’s one dimension, I

Couldn’t shed one tear for them

But you – I’ll say – I was set up a bit before, someone said baby I

Didn’t look up, you were not wrong to be offended, spurned in

Love, just another hiccup, between us, more love to make

Up, honey, just between us