Pro Simius Non Misericordia


A man of style, a man of looks
A soldier, given now to books
A man of thought, and nearly great
Until his heart succumbed to fate.
WHen anger salted down his soul
And bitterness imposed its toll.
His spirit paled, began to limp,
Because of hatred for a chimp.
Oh once so strong, so bold, so spunky
Brought low by anger at a monkey!
The mighty fall! The senses lapse!
The mind's strong center nears collapse!
Ah woe, that a man could ever feel
Such anger at a thing not real!