Monkey Song Poem by Raj Arumugam

come, sweet love
I’ll live with you
in the trees;
we’ll make love when we’re on heat
and sometimes we may share
communal sexual bliss;
and let’s hope
for we can only hope
those humans
will leave us in peace
and not pick our monkey brains



but let us go, you and me
up to the trees
and let’s found a chattering tribe
and let’s hope
for we can only hope
those humans
will leave us in peace
and not pick our monkey brains


we’ll pick nuts and such
and I might gather
a handful of spiders for you;
sometimes I might offer you
a fruit if you’ll allow me a peek
at your hind quarters;
and I might walk awhile casually
and attack a rival male
just as he ejaculates;
still, with all the fun,
let’s hope
for we can only hope
those humans
will leave us in peace
and not pick our monkey brains