Postcard #49

December 19th, 2015

I woke up from a dream this morning
I was DJing in a club somewhere
Outside the club was a jungle
And I took a walk to get some air
I came to ancient temple
Where tigers lay below the steeple
And a monkey painted graffiti
Using paint from crushed beetles
Mmm, someone said, "No one knows just why the monkeys risk their little lives painting on the walls and tiles in the corner of the tiger's eyes."
Someone said, "No one knows just why the monkeys risk their little lives painting on the walls and tiles in the corner of the tiger's eyes."
Tiger's eyes
But according to the science community
The ones who did lived longer more happily
And in the dream I thought to myself
I need to be more like that monkey
I need to be more like that little monkey
I need to be more like that little monkey