The monkeys on the
trees
Once they are
allowed free to roam
They don’t
appreciate the freedom
They become a
nuisance
They come down
secretly
Find things to
steal and disappear
They don’t care what
we say
They live on their
own
Once they are
caught put in cages
The animal activists
will scream
They are fed daily
protecting from harm
But they don’t have
a choice
The monkeys on the
trees
They run here and there
Showing their
antics and skills
Once they are
caught, they realize it is gone
They don’t have the
freedom
They will live by
clock work
They will drool of
the time
They can run
within 4 walls
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