Once, I had a monkey.
Or should I say
He once had me.
My monkey would play
Leap about, frolic, all that activity.
Ooh-ahh-ahh–ooh.
All fucking day, man.
That furry sumbitch would gambol.
Which is where he got his name.
Michael Gambol.
Never fucked me,
Tho he tried.
(I only count penetration as fucking, and he just rubbed athwart.)
Maybe I would’ve let him.
Maybe I should’ve let him.
I taught him to smoke, too,
But he couldn’t work the lighter
On his own.
Helluva monkey, MG.
You come across one like him?
Make that monkey yours.
A maroon velvet smoking jacket is in order for that monkey.
Or a Hawaiian shirt like Scatter.