Sit down at my table to talk with my friends,
Sit and play a game of cards and talk about things that piss me off,
Thwack,
Off my back a paper stone bounces,
Slung from some rubber sling,
Aimed by fingers without purpose,
If idle hands do the devil's work,
It seems I need to renew my contract,
I hear them laugh and let another fly,
It hit's my friend,
She squeels like a tormented rat,
Another rebounds off that skinny guy's shirt,
And a stream of profanities flood the room,
So we turn and watch them snicker,
Listen to them midnlessly chatter,
And at the top of my lungs I announce to my cafeteria clan,
"The Monkeys are Restless"
