Peelin' Out

October 27, 2008
By Morgan Montelius, Visalia, CA

Monkeys trapped in metal cages
Scream from in their bars.
Rage to the next in line, at the vines a hanging
Suffering from boiling liquid,
Their feet a banging
A stop and go, of smog and haze.
Sopping a poison that will for long their days.
But the worst will come, when all is done,
And the true monkeys see us as the primitive one.



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on Jun. 24 2009 at 2:28 am
DefinitelyNotLilly SILVER, Los Angeles, California
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I really like the comparison and foreboding in this poem


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