strikes a pose in front of the camera faces,
flings dung into the everyday parade
and brays at all the talkytalk gibbering
in front of him. Small camera faces
obscure their pale skin from him
and how wide their bodies float
around them in weird yellows and greens
which are not even the color of asses.
Monkey confused by 21st century
picks up another ice cream cone fallen
into his noble territory, scans again
all the sunlit world and masturbates
because he has to.