Melvins

As I walked out

I thought
I saw
A flying monkey.

It was a bat.

I am never coming back.

While a radio played
Casey Jones
I hummed the chorus
And thought
It's too early
For bats
To be flying around.

A pretty girl walked by.

Do you see any bats?
I asked.

She pointed at the orange
Metallic
Spray-painted
Sky
And said
That's a bird
Dude.

What species of bird
Looks like a monkey
And sings like a bat?
I asked.

Are you okay?
She asked.

It's not that simple,
I said.