The Monkey - Greg Brown

    The room was dark and short of breath
    And smelled like some poor junkie's death
    All had been dreamed All had been tried
    The monkey's long arms opened wide

    And now at last we all get to make love to
    the monkey

    A glow beneath A bang above
    A whimper at the end of love
    No one has slept and sweetly dreamed
    Not since the monkey bucked and screamed

    The monkey's breath is sweet and strong
    The monkey's tongue is wet and long
    He neither speaks nor understands
    He's got the whole world in his hands


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