I don’t want to walk like you, I don’t want to talk like you, I
don’t want to live with you, imprisoned in a zoo. A ‘great ape’
is what I am, according to your school (of thought), and when you boldly make this
claim you say that I’m like you (I’m not):
a fool like
you. I don’t do as you do. I don’t take my hands, and make
tools, and then take those tools to the land.
I don’t even walk like
you, and I don’t even talk like you, but if you watch your Disney fi
lm then you’ll believe I do. But if you’ll be so stupid,
taking truth from a cartoon, then me and me friends, we dance
around, sing Scooby Dooby Doo,
because we’re fools for you, you
who can’t see through a perversion of the truth where all I am is
cute.
I hate to see projections of your greedy evil eyes. When you
anthropomorphise, that way danger lies. You may say this song you hear could
not be made by apes; a very limited consciousness their spinal cord
dictates…
so who produced this tune? Not me, the orangutan,
that’s true. It’s from a man in an ape suit, with a message just for
you,
which is:
you must learn the dismal fact that I am going to
die, and you must be enlightened by the frightening reason why. The reason
that my genotype is going to be no more is because the Homo sapiens have
wiped the forest floor
for their food and their fuel. Now I don’t know
what to do, because the human being is being cruel.
So, last call for the
orange man of the forest, last call for the ancient man of the trees.
Last
call for the orange man of the forest, last time he’ll call out his
territory.
Last call for the orange man of the forest, or last nail in the
coffi n of our ancestry.
I don’t want to walk like you, I don’t
want to talk like you, I don’t want to live with you, imprisoned in a
zoo.
I want to live my life in trees, eating different fruits. I want
this beautiful life I see to always continue. Do you?
