Orangutan Poem by Mark Heathcote

Barefaced lies the beast inside me cries.
Squawk. Squawk. Let the raven talk
She's a nest of silver and doesn't tell lies
Squawk. Squawk. Let the myna bird's gawk —

But they're too fluent in the ways of human langue
Long call long call...Let the orangutan call…
He's so fierce the giraffe don't walk, they run
He's so acrobatic, he doesn't fear a fall.

He's so fierce he doesn't care about the setting sun
Guess it'd be good then to share the genes of this one.