Inktober #25 - The Jungle Drum

AKA Jungle Run, Jungle Drums...

On the run from my demons today!
Took a run this evening today!
I didn't run far! Stoop at the knee and I say:
Why don't I try to emcee now today?

Can't a cold take me to my grave!
And can't old age tame me!
Can I slow down though? Be brave!
Maybe I'll go mainstream!

Nah! On a run through the jungle!
Jungle drums rumble! Steps like a thunder!
Tropic like a sauna - I'm used to that shizzle
The views sure are beautiful but ooh all these critters

All these venomous snakes in the grass and the marshes
Arachnids - lining the arches like carpets
The trees with the mango and the beasts who farm it
Hope I don't... seem too alarmist!

The jungle's a place for the strongest and only
Those who survive carry on in the dawn
King Kong in the mangrove with a big John
Sing songs when the night falls if you waaant...

To succumb to a savage death!
Laid down in the lush green mesh - a lavish rest!
Lavender leaf on a lamented lap
Where you lie for a nap for the rest of all...

The last of rest! The lasting rest! What's after/next! That tragic death! The afterlife! The ladder, the nexus aaaaa...

Gotta catch my breath!
Gotta slow down for this run
Or I might succumb to the hungerous one
With the jungle drums

I just want to chill in a hammock
Get a PBJ sandwich - sit in my pajamas
Learn Spanish like como te llamas
And snap me some pics - new camera angles!

But these animals have no manners!
They're easy to anger! Their teeth like are daggers!
Like Dracula they have a practicular vernacular
They just want to maul and mangle!

Strangle their foes! Or straddle their foes!
Go mad! Is that what too many bananas will do to you?
Don't screw with the jungle loonies or you will soon
Find these ruthless brutes are unusual

They'll take your teeth and turn 'em into cereal!
They'll play games at your wake and you're burial!
An enamored panda may make you stand up and say
You're marital vows in clicks like mandibles

What is UP with these jungle critters?
This ain't a jungle on Earth, is it?
I say Aye if we journey to the stars...
Maybe we'll get this kind of jungle, on Mars!

But my thoughts are a jungle! My thoughts too are vicious!
And feed on my hope and my dreams! They're nutritious!
The darkness inside! The greed and ambitions!
I'll disarm 'em like the lethalest lizards!

Or like fire ants, beetles, botfly's and hornets.
Infestations? My mind is your nest.
Papa Roach proclaimed back in the day:
The government the media or your family!

It's all the same, it's all and one
It's the sane, the wise, the jungle drum!
The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum!

The jungle drum... the jungle drum...