You've Got My Banana, Anna

I'm too far on this tree
To see beneath
The leaves that creep
Calling a name

My frame of sight
May frighten you
Because we're not alike
The 2% that divides
Fur from affluent beauty

You offer me fruit
Raising a bright branch
As I lower under another
Toward you
To ask
For the fruit
For a favour
That I can never know

As far from Eden
Kneeling at your throne