A grease monkey with a wrenched back.

Evolution?

Monkey see, Monkey do,

Monkey stupid, sitting in the poo!

Feces throwing and pissing me off,

I reciprocate and toss my crap, Mazel Tov

Monkey sitting in a cage with crap on its face,

Take that the originator of the human race.

The Forgotten People

I have a Monkey on my Back.

The monkey is there, I know it is there and I do not know what to do,

I tried for quite a while to get it off, but now I’m in a funk, a muddled stew.

Maybe it is the bills or that I still spend money like a drunken sailor,

I am constantly bombarded by the sales, coupons and the mailers.

Yet, what is concerning me on a daily basis is the influx of bills,

I pay them in order of priority and believe there is little for frills.

I have got to pay the rent and the car bill and gas is a top must,

Water bill, electric bill and phones are enough to make a budget bust.

Then there are the credit cards, I have never had the guts to count them all,

I have got to make a memo to myself that I must never, never go to the mall.

Food is the last thing on the list and we coupon ourselves on Sunday,

We get through the week with enough goodies to last till the next Monday.

Going to a movie or a restaurant has gone by the wayside even as a treat,

First of all are the necessary bills and then the emergencies that we must meet.

And so it goes week after week, month after month and year after year,

But now the rat race stops, I’m a gov’t employee there is nothing else to fear.

I am furloughed now thank you Congress, with no money coming in to pay the majority of my bills,

So goodbye house, goodbye car, and shut the electric for I’m going to live with my buddies in Beverly Hills.

Sign marking the Beverly Hills city limits (Photo credit: Wikipedia)