Fireflies and Monkeys

The flies land on my skin and I swat them away. The butterflies around my face, the attention I get, is wavy. I'm a source of energy like them. I'm sacred just like them. I live like them and I search for food, like them. I land, I fly, I am everything but a monkey. I'm so hungry, "wood fire grill". My tummy rumbling. All you can eat still, but I can't go. "Wood fire grill, wood fire grill, wood fire grill!!" Give me more space, not the insane asylum. Dealing with the riders that crave it; The night long ride 'till the morning, has me elated. Flowing social restraints unlocked, picked for a time. Funky demon rider bubble wand girl is here to unite.