Slip the monkey
As the monkey slipped
on a dubious skin
the man next door
opened his bin
to find a crocodiles head
with tears of glass
talking to a rat
about schemes of the past.
About his friend the monkey
who wore a bowler hat
that strolled the streets
an indifferent fat cat
who ignored the seagulls
as they spat in his eye
"squawk all you like
i care not for you
your fate
or even your demise"
And the rat did laugh
to hear such fun
then from the bottom of the bin
rose a slippery tongue
"i know that cat
he was a friend of Micky Fin
that shark in the corner
over there - pickled
in the bucket of gin"
So there they sat
the crocodile and the rat
and discussed with the snake
about the cream of the cats
and laughed a great deal
about the fate of their friends
and all the unfortunates
who deserved
no better end.
And as a dark cloud shifted
across a capital sky
a monkeys smiling head
learnt how to fly
straight into the bin
of this ignoble crowd
the crocodile
the snake
the shark
and the rat
all together children
the cream
of the big fat cats.
So the man next door
re-sharpened his scythe
still dripping with the blood
of the best of mankind
its gleaming edge
indifferent to them all
just a quite satisfaction
for the ferryman to see
how the great and the mighty
shall fall.
© Rik - 27/03/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-03-30 at 10:31
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