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
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