Big Talking Monkey: A poem

This is a poem I thought up in a moment of boredom during a meeting recently. It is based on my soon to be webcomic called Big Talking Monkey

I have a monkey at my place
With a big talking monkey face.
He used to be my secret friend
when I was younger than age 10
But now he has come back to me
When I am over 33.
In my face, disrupting my life
And driving nuts, my beautiful wife.
I no longer need a monkey friend,
Why can't he go away again?