I am Monkey son of Monkey
Begat begat begat.
Back in the begats
I was battle-timid, red in tooth and nail
But clinging close in the dark.
The band was all, alone was death.
Yet I was bad in spite
My siblings, my fathers undid me
Rivalry, jealousy, competition were my ruin
Sometimes I murdered my way to the top,
A small, slippery place.
Quite the hero.
I am just as bad now
As ever bad as ever.
The world, ruthlessly self-absorbed
Passed over its embarrassment
And took me into account.
The best I can say is I survived.
Now in this new world
How grand it is !
How grand am I !
Just a few millennia
And suddenly there is so little time
So little for a monkey from the begats.
The tigers are gone, the forests are tame
The daily menace mostly microscopic.
It's tough, being a law-abiding tax-paying hero
And I, deep in the mind of the begats
Am as ready as I can be, but bad, so bad.
