Look over there and see a new type of breed,
A discoloured clown ready to feed!
On goes the screeching and whining,
The scratching, the biting.
Oh look; now they're fighting...
The eyelashes are so long and caked,
The face looks like its been slow-baked,
Wrinkly as an old crone,
Looking like a traffic cone.
If respect is what these animals seek in this world,
They shouldn't run around with an their bum out:
Seeking attention to redeem self-doubt.
They are all naturally beautiful and fun,
So why not go play in the sun?
Then, the fur would match the face.
But I suppose monkeys are as they are,
And I'll probably see one today at the bar.
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
