At It Again

Those kids are back
Teasing Miss Monkey,
Chained up
Down the street.
Little shits.
I glare from my window,
Arms akimbo,
Give 'em the old
Evil eye mojo,
Shake my finger
And intone my incantation,
"leave Miss Monkey alone,
you little shit heads,
or I will beat your asses black and blue!"
Miss Monkey, not intimidated,
Always the flirt,
Shows them hers,
Blood red.