Monkey Uncle

I can see you in the corner, lurking in the shadows You know you're watching me, about to overflow Playing the piano, a rather sombre song Pressing on the keys, with your monkey Kong Every morning I look so deeply in your eyes Little monkey walked outside Playing on a keyboard in the back of the class Beheading a teacher with a shard of glass With the violence raging behind his eyes He shaves the insides of his hairy thighs Monkey walks to the floor to dance with his wife Little does he know, his uncle has a knife