Man walks down the street,
In his flip flops and baseball cap.
His shorts are swell and his shirt is striped,
He knows it will be a good day.
A cell phone rings to the tune of “Sweet home
“That must be brad”, he thinks.
“HEY DUDE, YEAH I WAS SOOO DRUNK!”
HAHAHAHAHAHA he laughs.
Doesn’t see the band of baboons waiting for him at the corner,
And walks directly into their midst.
The circle closes,
“Hold on bro… ok dudes, what’s the deal-e-o here-“
Shrieking and hooting, a single scream, and a sickening crunch,
Furry arms reach in and down and come back with hunks of flesh and intestine.
Blood splatter and a pair of perfectly good flip flops are all that’s left.
Twelve happy baboons continue with their day.
The END
