Ape

They call me a great ape
A play on words
Seemingly they are away
With the birds

There’s nothing great
About me no more
Stolen from my mother
When I wasn’t sure

Made to be an actor
On the stage
Of life of strife
It’s been an age

Being picked up
By the ill informed
Stroked and cuddled
The people stormed

Like bees around a honey pot
Over me
Then dumped in a cage
No one could see

They were all partying in some truck
As for me I ran out of luck
A rotten banana
A roadside zoo
That is what they do for you

Give me a gun let me end it now
Or if you know better
Show me how