Monkey on a Chain
Motorbike on the island
Steering like an angry hornet
I don't belong in this ritzy palace
Show my your shanty,
Show me your corrupted churches
There's a pearl in the mud,
There's a penniless child next to a mansion in the sun
There's a monkey on a chain
While his puppeteer pulls his strings for change
I'm a honey-haired lonely traveler
You're a rice-picking lonely sailor
And despite the language barrier
I appreciate the gesture
The museum is filling up with flies
A rosary from the man with ebony eyes
The barefoot children stich out their hands for coins
The barefoot street men advertise their tricks and their noise
I'm an empty bar storyteller
You've just made enough for dinner
And despite the language barrier
I appreciate the gesture
Writer/s: Courtney Marie Andrews
