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Death To Monkeys

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Author: Robbie Masso

Robbie MassoAugust 9, 2016

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Death To Monkeys

written by: Robbie Masso

@robbie.masso

He was disgusted by them

the poor

the natural

He was disgusted by them

the ones with dry skin

humans.

He couldn’t understand
or accept
a world without luxuries

soap

lotion

conditioner

He couldn’t understand
or accept
a world without shit
to make us look like anything but

humans.

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