Its the Monkey

________________"AMUSED TO DEATH"________________ "The Monkey sat on a pile of stone, And he stared at the broken bone in his hand - Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land. The Monkey looked up at the stars, And he thougt to him self - memory is a stranger, history is for fools. And he cleaned his hand in a pool of holy writing, Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town."