Phil Roberts

MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DON’T!

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






In some far off time and place
A would-be employer says,
“Sorry boy, no monkeys here!”
Now in high office
He exploits his position,
Bitter and twisted down the years.

“Sorry boys (and girls),” he says
“It’s time to make your lives,
“Sad, and lonely, and drear.”
The Draconian chant goes out
Its message is sick and twisted,
And oh so frightfully clear.

Steve Bracks answers the call
Drops his trousers and offers his arsehole,
To this man whom we all fear.
Steve Bracks chickens out again
Forgetting about his morals,
As he offers up his rear.

“Fuck me massar long and hard,”
This tiny, feeble man says,
In a voice so loud and clear.
And so a very small man
Terrorises the four million,
Getting revenge after all these years.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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