Monkeys don't do hula hoops.
Unless they've been smoking weed,
Grown on the hills of the Himalayas.
Nor do parakeets have humps like camels.
But then again I did hear one sing,
'We Are The World'
Wearing 'bling' as bright as a fire...
Blazing on the dunes of Cape Cod.
And I thought about all of this,
As I prepared for my dive
From Golden Gate Bridge!
Maybe I should accept that I'm nuts.
Since I would never contemplate suicide...
Dressed like the others,
In rented tuxedos.
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