Here in the urban jungle
The urban monkeys play
They laze in their paradise
Escaping the urban day.
They sit within the branches
Above the earth below
Sharing a story or two
Of a world they need not know.
Late, in the darkness of night
They venture down the trunk
They swing into the golden arches
Obviously very drunk.
When they are sitting in their tree
They skull the liquids of the night
Dancing to the urban dream
Until the morning light.
Charlie Ann Alford 