I Got Monkey's On My Back Poem by Tom Foster

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
It’s comforting to have them there
It’s nice to know that someone cares

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
I’m accustomed to their weight
Helps to keep me pointed straight

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
I like the whispers in my ear
Telling me what things to fear

Oh monkey oh monkey oh monkey-o tell me am I a junkie-o

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
They hold tight with tiny paws
Pointing out my many flaws

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
They’re the ones who write the words
To think I do would be absurd

I got monkeys' on my back
But I’m not gonna send ‘em packing
They keep me sane both day and night
If I could only teach ‘em not to bite