I monkey with words,

try on hats, new songs, clashing cloth,

break the rules, knowingly and not.

Sometimes, roller skates and wings work

with a red feather boa-

unless it’s too long 

when snagging it under a wheel

becomes potentially lethal.

Swinging from trees, throwing vowels like bananas,

and whooping it up in the jungle

means

I’m not likely to be invited in for caviar.

No problem,

I’m having too good of a time out here

singing beneath the stars.

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