Monkeys On Typewriters

Monkeys on typewriters

Writing up my life

Randomly hitting keys

Leaving me in strife

Some days they write a comedy

Some days it is a mess

Some days it is a tragic play

And leaves me in distress

It’s time that my monkeys learn

To think and take some time

And write my life as poetry

Something that’s quite divine

But til then I must suffer

As they hit keys left and right

I never know how it will end

Until the close of night

Monkeys monkeys typewriters

What am I to do

My life’s a chaotic jumble

I bet your life is too