Monkeyfist_Man!

Late at night, when none are around,
Jesse straps on, a purplish gown,
Dealing with criminals wherever I can,
who could it be, but the monkeyfist_man?

Through hallways at night,
between a caleb-sylvia fight,
i'll give you a fright,
if your cause isn't right.

But if your lifestyle is just,
then you simply must,
meet the man with the plan,
he's the monkeyfist_man.

So at night on your comp,
or during a midnight romp,
if you value your life-span,
stay away from the monkeyfist_man.

You think I have insomnia, that cannot be true,
if I fall asleep at devotions, remember monkeys fling poo,
especially when their told, when not to sleep,
if I'm taking my slumber than don't make a peep.

Lest you find yourself in my awsome grasp,
my hands or my feet, around your throat they will clasp,
because when i'm woken, don't be absurd,
run and hide far away, lest you're beaten by the nerd.

So call me a loser, whatever you wish,
at night in my pajama's, some justice i'll dish,
and when you find yourself all alone in a can,
you'll wish you'd been nice, to the monkeyfist_man.


By Jesse

written between 9:30 and 9:48 P.M