Cymbolic poetry of the Monkey

I've read so many randomly bad poetry blogs, I figured Karma dictated I strike back:

Banana Park

Banana Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, banana meat flowing down
Someone left the banana out in the rain
I don't think that I can feel it
'Cause it took so long to peel it
And I'll never have that banana again
Oh, no!

There will be another banana for me
For I will peel it
There will be another bunch for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the banana wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at my arm
And after all the slices of my life
After all the loves of my life
Bananas will still be the one

THE END

For some reason I feel like a cigarette.