Powder the monkey
Contributed by
bigbucks
on
Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 09:04:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Now this is a story about a monkey named Powder,
A happy little monkey his friends used to crowd around the,
Base of the tree that he lived in and wait all day,
And ask his mum if its ok if Powder could came out to play,
So they could swing from vine to vine,
Through the jungle..and from time to time,
One would tumble to the grassy floor,
And Powder would be there for them, you couldnt ask for more,
Cos he was always there for friends,
One day in the woods he was just swinging around,
Till the python in the tree came slithering down,
He said Powder put out your hand, I wont bite it,
Take this flyer theres a party on tonight and youre invited,
Its at the Lions den, doors open at ten,
Cant wait, dont be late, see you there bring your friends.
So they went to the party, a crazy jungle disco,
Calypso rhythms, flamingos doing strip shows,
A DJ wants another gator on the fader,
In the bar little Powder was approached by the waiter,
The waiter said Powder the club owner wants to meet you,
And took him to a Lion in the corner named Ibisa,
Ibisa let out a low growl and called to the waiter,
And asked for two cups of fermented potatoes,
He said ever tried some of this, not that illegal I believe,
Well me and my friends have smoked banana leaves,
Thats kids stuff this stuff will make you feel like a,
Mr. Big stuff cmon take a sniff of this stuff,
Powder tried to disguise the fear in his eyes,
Looked at the lion and said I guess it couldnt hurt to try.
Now little Powder worlds completely spinning,
Hes dribbling and grinning, making passes at women,
And talking about himself cos now hes Mr. Important,
His friends dont understand cos they didnt snort it,
Powder says forget you guys man you the past,
Id swap any one of you for just another blast,
Or a piece of ass, and sometimes hes so confined,
By the way wheres that lion I wouldnt mind another line,
The Lion obliged Powder felt his nose rip apart,
He felt pains in his chest as if his heart was exploding,
He stumbled out to the road and,
The day is going bad, the look on his face now hes chocking,
The dope in his system that made him overdose,
Hes no longer Powder the monkey, now hes Powder the Ghost.
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