One of the Monkeys

　　by Nicholas Johnson

　　 I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing

　　 in a room full of monkeys. It's a play

　　 Shakespeare wrote back in the old days

　　 they want us to write again. So we're writing

　　 a play we never read. They keep inviting

　　 strangers to watch us and the strangers say：

　　 "They wrote 'to be or nutti to be'！" They stay

　　 too long if we write something exciting

　　 but the bananas flow like wine. We know

　　 it's a crazy， morbid， ranting play， a stew

　　 full of murder， love， but with a noble feel.

　　 Shocked， I see hack monkeys come and monkeys go.

　　 One keeper killed my father. What should I do？

　　 I'm watching him. My teeth are as sharp as steel

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