Who Is The Man?
Who Is The Monkey?
What is Nexistentialism?
Poke The Primate
Cape Odd
Home of The Space Monkey Journals
Our faces, elastic and ever-changing,
Reflect the joys and sorrows we meet,
We bounce through life, rearranging,
Embracing each moment, so sweet.
Our feet, crafted from cheese divine,
Leave trails of flavor as we tread,
In every step, a taste so fine,
A unique journey, where no path is misled.
We dance on clouds, our spirits ablaze,
In a symphony of laughter and glee,
With rubber faces and cheese underlays,
We embody the essence of being free.