I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing

    in a room full of monkeys. It's a play

    Shakespeare wrote back in the old days

    they want us to write again. So we're writing

    a play we never read. They keep inviting

    strangers to watch us and the strangers say：

    "They wrote 'to be or nutti to be'！" They stay

    too long if we write something exciting

    but the bananas flow like wine. We know

    it's a crazy， morbid， ranting play， a stew

    full of murder， love， but with a noble feel.

    Shocked， I see hack monkeys come and monkeys go.

    One keeper killed my father. What should I do？

    I'm watching him. My teeth are as sharp as steel