The naked monkey on his golden chair
It's a very heavy throne for a castle in the air.
Just like several dozen captains on a slowly sinking boat
Cannot get themselves together to keep the thing afloat
So we go down.
A fleshy engine in its fragile frame
In a soft-shelled exterior in gradual decay
Electrochemical reaction and control
Is there any room inside this thing for what you call a soul?
Writer(s): Samuel Coomes
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