Autumn in the jungle

i’d hear the guitar strumming along
to the apes gravel sorrowful woes
i knew he sung for the old cabbage devil
drunk moon whiskey and pimped his hoes

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

some friends you meet down in the hole
but they stay behind in wonderland
now and then those memories needle you
like
the night the white bitch bit the apes hand

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

i watched him carve nightmares into fallen trees
that ape he was plagued by demonic circus fleas
last i heard he’d gone south in a puff of rumor
his blood escaped down the grates of a sewer

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

Β©bg 2017

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