Feast of the monkeys

I caught them all right!
Locked in that room!
Nowhere to go
What do they do?
The door is locked tight
They can try with all their might
They’ll never conquer
My own dining floor.
Their used to be moldy steak on my window
Rotting boogers on my chandelier
They can live in that room until they learn
that this is my house
That I own!

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