The
Monkey's Raincoat
He was
wearing
the
monkey's
red
raincoat
when he
came
in
and it
was
five
sizes
too
small
He
looked
like
a
walking
thunder
cloud
dripping
dirty
wash and
wear
water on
my
floor
Looked
like
he
might
be the
point
man
for
some
kind
of
strange
invasion
Music
Men
They
heard
tunes
in
their
heads
no one
else
would
ever
hear
They
were
so
whacked out
on where
they
had come
from
and where
they
were
going
they
didn't have
any time
for
the here
and
now
They
were
Music
Men
lost
in
the
ozone
and
their
plane
was
coming
down
so
fast
you
could
see
the
spirals
in
their
eyes
Cold
Meat
The way
he's
going he
should
have been
dead
and
buried a
hundred
times
or more
already
He's cold
meat
in the
ground
Man
Dead
He's
only
walking
around
because
his body
doesn't
know yet
that his
head
is
gone
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