latest monkey

The newest clown
Cries an old type of tears
Watch them fall
There they lie
Crispy, ancient and they leak
Formaldahyde
Going Going
Im gone Go away
Going His tears they sit
Crusty, rusted in a box
Inside a drawer
Grandpas news
Fragile words are yellowed through
Forever more
Going Going
Im gone Go away
Going Sadder than sad
Shes feeling bad
Monkeys the one who laughs last
Hold me down
Cut me loose when
Nighttime falls
And lifts away
Im a ball
Bouncing off of a brick wall
Into the day
Im Going
Going Im gone
Go away Going
Im gone Gone
I am gone
I am gone
Go away Going