Friday, July 15, 2005

The Monkey

When not flinging his own faeces around, the monkey enjoys snorting long lines of cocaine, wearing togas and painting his nails red in his exclusive villa in Germany. These are the times he will remember when he is old, bald and grey. When his grandchildren will have to bathe in marble tubs filled with milk.
But for now, loaded up with turkey, in a glass cage, wearing a mask so he won’t eat his muck, he sighs at the children picking their noses, waiting for him to climb the tree. But he waits the day, when his dreams come true and he can live in his villa stuffed with stolen Jewish art.

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