Death to Monkey Mind Again
monkey mind
monkey mind
monkey mind
ya just can't let it ride
ya just can't let it glide
ya squeak cackle and hiss
flailing like a blindman
in a library of knives
go eat your past and wash it down
with hemlock
go stand in for all the dead bad actors
in your theater of revolving doors
go back to sleep in your shit stained
blanket of shame
and eat a regurgitated breakfast
of scrambled dreams
with a side of burnt and bitter delight
and I will watch from a safe distance
while your furry deluded head
explodes back into spacedust
Copyright 2013
Marcus Stein