Thoughts of an Aspiring Gentleman

the Sock Monkey

"Oh," they say and their tongues slither
"How so?" Their mouths water
A little lamb is crushed by their true nature
They gallop!
Over her body!
Over his body...!
Over it's body....
"Over what body?" They glare
Never anyone more to care

Oh how I stare!

Sweet, cunning shrill voices
Delighting the senses
I peek out, out of stone walls...
Until they tear down brick fences!
They point and say to one another as if I don't understand their cue, "This house is nothing to you!"

Slipping and sliding into the blue sheets
Eyeless without a fellow few
Yet I spot a brown socket
Sticking out of my pocket
And my eyes form what I dread
Monkey.
On the ledge.
Rolling out from the bed.
Secrets I fret over
Secrets I hide and
Secrets that die...
With the socket in my pocket that is
Monkey.
On the ledge.
Rolling out from the bed.

Just something I wrote on the spot ;P kinda weird let me know what you think it means ^^