Monkey Man

And here we arrived The monkeys of the past With baggy pants and Colorful shirts and loads Of money in pockets Here we arrived The all time beggars Sycophants and jokers Always in a rush to pile Gold and silver and platinum In our pursuit of happiness We don't care for The trees, the streams The hills and dreams We don't have time for them We have developed new Claws to tear away social Etiquette and relations We are monsters of present day Ready to snatch away What the poor have Their souls too If possible we won't go back