Random Thoughts That don't go together

The monkeys and stars play
"between the bars"
and laugh as they coincide

And though it is hard
and my dignity's scarred
there are somethings I just can't hide

Create a valve through your skin
Through your meat into within
with a straw made of tin

I'll stab my heart with the other end
I'll stab my heart with the other end
I'll stab my heart with the other end

We'll dance atop the ocean breeze
We'll dance into each others knees
Won't you come and dance with me?

The seussification of your doubt
was a tragedy throughout:

The comedy that made me cry
The very breath that made me die
it's the truth that made me lie

it's lack of air that made me sigh
there was something in the sky
and that is why I rolled my eyes