In the land of mood monkey
If you are able then swim
If you are willing dive in
we’ll swim across the channel
of life’s corrugated flannel
to the land where mood monkey lives
Mood monkey does whatever she pleases
an Amazon on steroids she swings thru the trees
She
zips an then flips at the slightest of breezes
lands on her hands and sometimes her knees
she’s incredibly agile except when life
sneezes…Atchoo!
then she freezes
!
Thru the middle of the island there cuts a ravine
the valley of calm where all rest serenely
safe from the jaws of the pink footed meanies
and the piglets of hope who lie all in between
undecidedly ambiguous never making a scene
at all at all at all at all at all et al
drunk at beach live the don’t give a shits
cooking in sunscreen an lying in bits
flexing their trapezoids an popping their zits
no worries at all keep everything small
shallow containment of yesterday’s hits
Heads in the sand stand moribund ostriches
wiggling their bums as ascending nuns ride
the rails on their stairway to heaven
Singing…
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti
Amen
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