I go bananas
when you make a monkey out of me
and swing from a tree
emotionally. Perfect? Not me;
I cannot fathom your every whim
so foolishly grin.
Wish you would say that Iím attractive
but thatís subjective;
pure perfection is your objective.
In lifeís great trapeze
Why not swing free, knowing my feelings . . .
Iím ape over you!
Scratch chaos and come monkey with me!