Once upon a time, in the galaxy so far Lived a monkey astronaut, Space Munks a star Clad in his suit, he’d journey through time Searching for adventures, chasing cosmic rhyme Splitting the ship with a button press Banana-scented gas, in a cosmic mess Help is lightyears away, Chimp-3000 in tow Munks plunges deeper, to where the light won’t go down down down where da starlight die slow, Munks mutter “we all fall, jus’ glow,” nullus tweak da controls wit elbows steady, mind buzz loud, pocket fulla medley, temporal banana in the glovebox heavy, he say “yo if dis rip us, I’m ready.” yo once upon a rhyme in a quadrant too live, where da stars talk slick and the comets connive, lived dat space munk fur slick, eyes wired, soul tired, helmet fogged up from too much fire, he da primate prophet of propulsion and paranoia, banana peel blaster, da void’s employer, rockin dat cracked EVA suit like couture from the sewer, trunk fulla fruit loops and future manure. nullus in da copilot seat, twistin knobs like debt collectors, ship smell like herb and nectar, screen glitch flicker, da AI stress text her “yo captain, dat orbit irregular, better flex, sir,” but space munk just grin, puff vapor, hit enter, “nah bruh, we good I rerouted da sector.” banana-1 split in half like overdue rent, engines coughin Morse code, hull bent, ion smoke taste like peppermint sin, they slide through nebula syrup thick as gin, chimp-3000 in da back hummin gospel static, oil tears drip slow, mechanical tragic, cosmos lookin like a moshpit panoramic, gravity tuggin like fiends inna habit. down down down where da starlight die slow, Munks mutter “we all fall, jus’ glow,” nullus tweak da controls wit elbows steady, mind buzz loud, pocket fulla medley, temporal banana in the glovebox heavy, he say “yo if dis rip us, I’m ready.” down down down where da starlight die slow, Munks mutter “we all fall, jus’ glow,” nullus tweak da controls wit elbows steady, mind buzz loud, pocket fulla medley, temporal banana in the glovebox heavy, he say “yo if dis rip us, I’m ready.” blackhole yawns open like overdraft fees, space stretchin thin like broke man dreams, time loop glitch, oxygen wheeze, they ridin on pressure like fraud on schemes, then boom silence dat eerie hum freeze, da hull peel open like onion memes, and Munks start laughin, “yo gravity sneeze!” nullus like “nah bro, dat’s reality’s knees.” next thing colors talkin, sound lookin edible, beakuhs from his past whisper “you incredible,” quantum monkey see god in a receptacle, mind foldin slow like bills collectible, space monks chant from a static vestibule, “yo balance da juice, keep it symmetrical,” and the beat go thunk-thunk-sludge, perpetual. down down down where da starlight die slow, Munks mutter “we all fall, jus’ glow,” nullus tweak da controls wit elbows steady, mind buzz loud, pocket fulla medley, temporal banana in the glovebox heavy, he say “yo if dis rip us, I’m ready.” uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... wot??
