Space Pirate, Hardly irate. This tiny monkey, His fur, very funky. With a bone for a leg, Not some cheap wooden peg. His hat has a face, A menacing grimace. It is black. He travels on a ship, The Banana Flip. He spreads love and happiness, Removes others crabbiness. He hunts down treasure, For a bizarre sexual pleasure. He carries no gun, He'll fling his feces and run. It is black.
	"Arg," he will say, As he conquers the day. Brutally slaying, The people not paying. He grows more savage, With each planet he'd ravage. He flies through space, A cold, desolate place. It is black. How is he happy? With actions so crappy. Please don't ask me, I'm on PCP. But still he slaughters Mothers, sons, and daughters. His heart is so small, Hardly anything at all. It is black.

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	Laim Kelly has had many encounters with the infamous Space Pirate: Happy Monkey. He is lucky he lives to tell his tales today. Yes, very lucky indeed.

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