Don't be afraid, it's only business the alien
prophet sighed. The vulture and the magpie took
the cashbox from its hook, the monkey in the corner
wrote the figures in his book.
Crazed, the checkout's lady fingers flash across the till,
and the captain posts the menu of the day and in banks across
the world, Christian, Moslem, Hindu, Jew and every other race,
creed, color, tint or hue get down on their knees and pray.
The racoon and the groundhog neatly
make up bags of change but the monkey in the corner,
well, he's slowly drifting out of range
'solo forthcoming'
'Christ, it's freezing inside,' the veteran cries
The hyenas break cover and stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in through his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone that looks like a bone
And the bullets fly and the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh and the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone in the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen to pile the dishes
And answer the phone