MONKEY TRAPS
Sensuous luster of dew-sweet desire
Placed gingerly in a box with one goal.
A need? A want that's fueled by base ire?
It captures first sense, then heart, and then soul.
No lock or a key is used to entrap
Each monkey who comes so curiously
To win and take hold the fruit through the gap
With strength to rip it out furiously.
Their little monk-might then leaves them soon lax
To easily take them without surprise
And capture them quick with cords made of flax
And lead them away the rest of their lives.
Be wary my friends of these simian snares
Pay heed the shrewd tales of primates with pride
Disguised so subtle are the devil's wares
That'll cheat you of joy and trap you inside.