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 … Continue reading A Terrible Poem About A Monkey