Funky Monkey

Funky Monkey.

A monkey in a tux

Chained to an organ

Dancing like a electrocuted man

While the sound of music

Delights the tourists

In a land as hot as the sun

I would find it funky

If I wasn’t the monkey

Chained up to an organ

In the sun

Nature in a cage

To save it from us

Seems like cause and effect

And how do bats

Not shit on themselves

As they hang upside down?

Nature in cages

Always amazes

But who actually

Watches who?

I chopped down the trees

To build me a home

But now there’s no air to breath

I caught all the fish

So I wouldn’t starve

Now there’s nothing to eat

I drank all the water

Then I pissed it out

Now there’s nothing to drink.

So we as a species

Will drown in our faeces

While animals rot in a cage

And the dead organ monkey

Never found it funky

Being some bastards slave