The Mind of a space monkey

Petty was a strange little girl,
At least that was the others parole,
They used to talk behind her back,
While she was dancing on a wrack.
She didn’t care wether it was withered and old,
It just was something which was there to be told,
Told to her majestic friend,
The toad she found… on the neighbors land.
Not much she understood of the rules and the lies.
Not very human, but never disguised.
Probably she was nothing like anyone else,
Maybe just innocence in a lifeform itself,
Because this filthy pit, just wasn’t her world,
She wouldn’t despair when to her it was told,
Her world was nice and warm and pretty,
While the others’ was shameless and ruthless and cold,
Something which might just be our own world.