More in mourning
listening to your songs when you aren't around
Oh, how i envy
that fucking monkey
as he slips into your bathroom
spies your perfect ass
your thick nipples
the curve of your hip
where the water shimmies
and dances a conga to your pussy
It's no wonder
he knows the words
to your every song
and hums them
under his fetid monkey breath
blowing tiny bubbles
through ee-oooo sounds
to taunt those men
who might otherwise love you hard
and fast and discreetly
right before the summer leaves
us all burned and angry.
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