drunk monkey creates havoc
under a war banner of
frustration and technology
and refuses to be shut down
monkey overwhelms the mind
scurrying from room to room
‘monkey, monkey, monkey’
banter grows turbulent
from plagues of speculation
until the only remedy
is to slaughter kinsmen
on the battle field
skin burns under the
syntax of disaster and distraction
but in the aftermath of violence
monkey is not still
3 comments:
damn i love this.
i almost sent it to you for NS, but changed my mind at the last minute.
What about for Dark Chaos? I think it fits well.
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