I hate Korea
and everyone here
I tell you they are bloody mad
the smell of burnt dogs
and barbecued hogs
it gets to me
and makes me feel sad
they give me bananas
as black as the charcoal
the stuff that they put on the fire
and I sit in this cage
for well just an age
and the smell around here
is just dire
when I think of the home
that I left long ago
in the jungles of India I
swung on the trees
I didn’t get fleas
but here sometimes
I would just die
sooner than sit on my haunches
picking off fleas everyday
they are so big here
like beetles back home
and no matter how
they appear
I sit mostly twiddling my fingers
the cage is as tiny as hell
I can’t really move about
so I get sore
and really I don’t feel that well
they make me do tricks
they are nothing for me
but these human twits
they think its funny
its just the sheer boredom
of sitting about
with no where to climb
when I go out
Its not entertainment
well not for me
a somersault here
and some knee bends for free
riding a motor bike
I can do that
sometimes I think
I’m a bit of a pratt
but I have to go there
I do it well
for an extra banana
those days can be swell
the problem is they don’t
clean me at all
and I’m no where near water
when the fleas come to call
no one to preen me
I’m a typical bloke
having a preen
well its really no joke
its what we do
and so I tend to pong
still I’m all by myself
so nothing is wrong
sometimes they clip me
some times I cry
sometimes thyt whip me
thats when I, wonder why
If the door just came open
what I would do
run like the clappers
get out of this zoo
but where would I go
I’m a realist too
better the devil you know
thats my view
Its not entertainment for me
not at all
but at least I’m alive
and I come when they call