The Monkey - Greg Brown

The room was dark and short of breath

And smelled like some poor junkie’s death

All had been dreamed All had been tried

The monkey’s long arms opened wide

And now at last we all get to make love to the monkey

A glow beneath A bang above

A whimper at the end of love

No one has slept and sweetly dreamed

Not since the monkey bucked and screamed

The monkey’s breath is sweet and strong

The monkey’s tongue is wet and long

He neither speaks nor understands

He’s got the whole world in his hands