The Monkey Speaks Poem by Tyrone Gayle

Thum! Thum! On my door a shriveled-faced chimpanzee is knocking,
Yelling at me with disgust, 'You're Tyrone but you're not a king!
On paper you are just creating a stain,
To do it justice you are lacking a brain!

Oh my, why is your mouth open like you are singing at the Apollo?
Ha ha, the truth terrifies you, no shock there, you are a pollo.
Come on, don't pull out your hair especially on your chin, leave that pore alone,
Your stupidity will hurt you like the greedy politicians who never leave the poor alone,

The invisible tears are fine, for correction is pricey even though this is a free class,
Believe me, in your case, on the other side, there is actually greener grass,
Shhh, let my criticism be a fuel towards your gradual change for it's obvious you need gas,
And calm down, I'm just in your mind, so begin your pursuit for there is not a steeper task.'