Jealous Monkeys

 Jealous Monkeys  I earned another star in my crown todayI did not steal any others true love or take them away From them; as others have done to me; how absurdI did not spread any gossip that I heard Or will I spread any that I might hear, about them today
I will just pray, hey what else could I say? I went to church and said my prays, while no one was thereBefore the Empty Alter of Fallen Tears, there I was hoping He, would hear I turned my smile back on, and turned around wondering about, that crownHow golden will it be? And too, that glisten gown; how white can white be? I deposited my monthly tithe, and then walked right on by, that old barForgot all about that broken down, black widowed woman, but yet, I felt no star Not One, was placed upon or among the others, on this dayBut yet, I do remember them, and how they scatter on that day The day, that, that jealous monkey snatched it all away from me!He bruised my brow, and still now; it is yet marked, by he By that evil little monkey, of hate and fateThe one of fear and confusion; a date that on I, lost my mate! He has been around a lot, as of late I do remember him, as when I was young, he was so much funI didn't mine the hurts back then; as they, were meaningless and I was still young
 Before you came into view, my what a picture we did make; the two of usYou know; you really ticked him off, he truly was jealous You know this to be true?Don’t you? Well I am off with this new trap; it is made by ACME, and it is supposed to be monkey proofI’ll place hearts on fire, and wanton desires, in its jaws; in this trap, and we'll just see if it is monkey proof !  These are the things, that he desires; this rotten monkey prefers these to bananas Why does he follow me around so much?What string of his, did I pluck and/or touch? Oh well, I guess life and love; are as easily forgot, as is Monkey’s Lust   I’d never dare to think, to try and keep anotherNot while he, this one is free; this little Mother! He must belong to that guy, down under!Whose name I dare not utter; least that be a blunder May he and his damned monkeys; live forever with out any shameIn that Brimstone Lake of Flame; where in lies, these monkeys fame Where all the dead hearts, that they have capturedAre once again set, on fire; and there then, will they never Die! A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man