A Century of Monkeys

By Ewan

Fri, 13 Mar 2009
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If monkeys were writers,
donkeys would read:
but there are only
broken type-writers.

If angst was appealing
we'd all be sixteen;
but your tears aren't mine
and are unappealing.

If I am still laughing,
it is in the dark:
but for a monkey this
face is not laughing.

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Submitted by jennifer on
Sure you haven't had a sneaky few at home first?! Hilarious! Wish I could go to the pub for tapas and beer... J x

 

Submitted by jennifer on
Hang on, wasn't it still morning over there when you wrote this? If so, how very decadent! J x

 

Submitted by Ewan on
I waited until 11!!!!!

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Submitted by mykle on
Monkeys, bloody monkeys, just look at what they've done! Monkeyed around with everything and stolen all the fun. So now the world's bananas when it should be slightly nuts. Yet still the monkeys monkey sticking to their monkey ruts. It never rains but it simply pours Banks have debts but they don't have doors Paper tigers growing claws to claw back cash in the credit wars. Meanwhile the monkeys uncontrite Still pretend they're good and bright While their masters promise not to fight and tell us all will soon be right. Acid seas, failing crops monkey magic's constant flops monkey missiles, Monkey drones monkey chatter on mobile phones Humans lose when Monkey wins suffocate 'neath banana skins