I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing
in a room full of monkeys. It's a play
Shakespeare wrote back in the old days
they want us to write again. So we're writing
a play we never read. They keep inviting
strangers to watch us and the strangers say：
"They wrote 'to be or nutti to be'！" They stay
too long if we write something exciting
but the bananas flow like wine. We know
it's a crazy， morbid， ranting play， a stew
full of murder， love， but with a noble feel.
Shocked， I see hack monkeys come and monkeys go.
One keeper killed my father. What should I do？
I'm watching him. My teeth are as sharp as steel