The
monkey sits on the cable
In
the day of light he looks
At
the people and cars passing him by
He
holds in his hands the yellow banana
He
listens to the wind
He
feels the soft touches on his skin
The
day light he sees in his eyes
It
must be good sitting high
He
tells his fellow monkeys
“Don't
come over here
You
stay where you are
You
don't have your rights!”
These
monkeys never agree
They
jump up and down to show
They
make the monkey noises
The
monkey on the cable just ignores them
He
shows his middle finger
He
stares at the other monkeys
He
sits quietly on the cable
“I
am your leader don't you forget!”
The
hunter on the ground
He
takes his aim and fires
The
monkey on the cable doesn't hear
He
only feels the pain falling down
The
hunter walks over
Pick
the monkey put him in the bag
Throw
the bag on his pickup truck
He
drives away whistling his favourite tune
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