I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew it all –
Self-assured and confident while walking down the mall
But what is he thinking?  What does he see?
Why is the dancing monkey staring at me?

Does he understand applause and does he even care?
How does he keep cool underneath all of that hair?
Attention seems to validate him — wouldn’t you agree?
But none of that explains why the monkey stares at me.

I can see that he is wired as well as wireless
Dancing still, carefree and careless
He must think he’s writing Shakespeare with all that technology
But why must the dancing monkey stare at me?

The very purpose in his monkey brain
is not to inform but to entertain
and thus I find this all a stunt disguised as study
as I walk past the misguided monkey staring at me.