….I heard they’re training chimpanzees to dump mail on the conveyor belt at the post office, dumping trash down at your lawyer’s office, driving cabs now using e-z pass, you might see one in the cafeteria after class, cops using “em to run off with the drug dealer’s fingerprints and stash; they pay ‘em in bananas not even in cash, and did you know they’re good with numbers, they learned that cash register fast, I seen one leaning up against a pole chill’n and smoking some grass, stepped off snarling at me, and whispered you know that’s your black ass.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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This is what poetry is about. Brave and dangerous. Sharp like razor wire tearing your flesh. Unapologetic.
It’s the only way to get through peoples self defense mechanisms and make them think
Still one step above robots. Monkeys will create no SkyNet.
The monkeys are us; essentially.
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