I am no spook or monkey,
To sit cutely nut and bolted by a door.
And no one rubs my head for luck...
As I smile to pretend to ignore.
I don't pretend like I did anymore.
Nor am I a baboon or a buffoon,
Waiting for nuts to be thrown to me...
At a zoo to crack as my features are laughed at.
But I can be a beast unleashed with attitude,
The moment someone thinks of me as their fool.
I'm no spook or monkey nor am I a baboon,
Sitting picking ticks or rubbing knuckles on a floor.
I can never be a spook or a monkey.
Treated like a fool to be duped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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