"Life’s just a monkey on a mountain, isn

"Life’s just a monkey on a mountain, isn’t it? You carry the damn thing, you climb with it, you stare at it, And what does it do? Throws rocks, picks fleas, and steals your lunch. But hey, it’s your monkey. Not someone else’s circus. Just yours, forever, grooming you for the climb." "Monkeys that matter mind their manners on mountains they might mean to mount. The rest? They’re just flinging dirt and wondering why they never rise. But hey, every monkey thinks it’s Atlas when the circus rolls through." "Hit me with shit and see how they fling, Make mountains of monkeys and the fleas will get in. They’ll climb up your back, make a circus of you, But it’s all just bananas if you don’t climb too." "Oh, the monkeys will chatter, they’ll mind their own clatter, Throw stones and then hide in the trees. But the mountain won’t care, it’s just waiting up there, For the minds, the means, and the keys." "Bananas for farmers and monkeys who know how to do more than think, But the thinkers have robot monkeys now." "Monkeys that matter mind their manners, On mountains they mean to mount. The rest just fling dirt, make chaos and hurt, Then wonder why they don’t count." "Bananas for farmers and monkeys who know, How to climb, how to build, how to grow as they go. But the thinkers don’t sweat it, they’ve upped the stakes, wow— They’ve handed the climb to their robot monkeys now." "Oh, the circuits will hum where the fleas used to run, And the bananas will code their own seeds. But no robot can fling like the real monkeys bring, When it’s mind over manners, not greed."