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I saw an ape and it looked down at me
It claimed to be the pope and wanted me to be
his girl in a white dress
the kneeling mistress
a saint-praying priest who serves him

Am I good enough to be a lamb of ape?
To carry white,
have I so much fate?

I said: "You´re a monkey, I can see. Why to let a fool lead me like I was a blind?
I have my own choices, I´m free!"

But I saw his hat and my mind full of shame
I kneeled,
oiled his feet
Waited for blame
that never came
Because he is an ape

Stupid me
Apes can´t talk.