I was talking to my pet monkey
the other day
and he told me
I needed to get out of this junky
place and buy something nice
and turnkey so I’d have more time to
I pet my kitty and the monkey turned
to me and looked at my cat
and shook his head
and I said,
‘oh, nothing, I thought I saw
‘so what’, I said.
‘you know I’m not really your monkey’.
‘oh, I know’.
‘don’t you know I escaped from the criminally
insane monkey zoo’?
things were getting creepier…
‘no, what did you do to get locked up’?
‘I was a monkey slasher’!
I felt I was safe because I wasn’t a monkey. but, I still had my doubts. So, I just had to ask…
‘I’m safe, right, Mr. Monkey’?
‘sure you are, friend’,
as he took out his barber razor and took a long look
at my kitty curled up on my lap.