Friday, 24 May 2013

Monkey Song


Any monkey can, and most monkeys do
The monkey in me is the monkey in you
From the common pot we each draw our ladle
And break common bread on our common table

We come, we go
We sink or we swim
It doesn’t matter to me, to you
Or to Him
Uncaring, your God sits
Does he smile, does he frown?
As we pick at our fleas in this dirty little town

Any monkey can, and most monkeys do
The monkey in me is the monkey in you
From the common pot we each draw our ladle
And bow our head in common prayer and share the common fable

In truth, we lie
We argue, we fight
It won’t bother him at all
Who is wrong or right
Uncaring, He sits and benevolent, waits
Does he think, does he feel?
You can’t see him, yet you say he is real

Any monkey can, and most monkeys do
The monkey in me is the monkey in you
From the common pot we each draw our ladle
And toe the common line as soon as we are able

                Is it too late for the monkey
                To close the book
                Or to read between the lines?
                Is it too late for the monkey
                Stretched out in the sun
                To stop pretending he is blind?

                Monkey see and monkey do
                The monkey that is me is the monkey that is you
                Monkey goes through the motions, one, two and three
                For to be contrary is just blasphemy

Any monkey can and most monkeys do
Hold to the monkey line the monkeys tell you to
And just when monkey thinks monkey is above it all
You find out in the end you’re just another fucking animal