King Kong

I am King Kong The primal angst Where is my Ann? Place her on my palm Ye pigmy brutes That try to vanquish A lover with your skirmishes Planes, ammunitions, guns On the heights of insanity This high-rise Empire State edifice Look at the wrinkles on my face The fire in my eyes Shudder ye little brutes Who have lighted A perineal fire Down on my spine Down in my being I want my Ann Where is she? Place her on my palm So I look at her beautiful face And then at the golden sunset With an inner ache Joy concentrate Glands ablaze In primordial bliss Oh, why have you shown This garden of Eden? Having eaten the forbidden fruit I can’t now leave Unless death puts me to sleep Sweet is this pain Sweet is the glow That enrapture my being Give me my Ann With her on my palm Let me go down The primal lover On the altar of his love Shot into smithereens By insipid fools Beautiful is the sunset Me the brute has it said Beauty and the beast Are never apart A lover here groans Before he withers Shot into bits By brutish might