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It's a giant octopus devouring
A midnight freighter kind of day
I huff a cuppa coffee
Steer my dinghy toward the bay
There on the uncharted scene
Of a giant octopus attack
They chop off all its tentacles
And hope they don't grow back

I saw it in a movie once
I can't wait to see again
Saw it on a tee shirt
One hundred percent virgin
Somewhere out there on those waters
High seas bloody into mud
Chart freighters on the course to peace
Sangre por sangre, wine into blood

From above us in a crow's nest
The prophecies are never heard
The octopi are everywhere
No one speaks a Living Word

Movies are made by dreamers
For dreamers just perchance to sleep
And sell it on a cotton tee
For shipping costs, it's yours to keep
It's a mind control experiment
Peg-legged heroes waging wars
You'll find everything on tee shirts now
In virgin cotton online stores

So come on out and join me here
Steer your dinghy toward the bay
Our human destinies devouring
A midnight freighter kind of day
We'll watch our tentacles grow back
To the natives, sell accessories
Steer our dinghys toward the harbor
And wipe the blood off of our sleeves

All they do is chant their mantras
They've never heard a Living Word
And that blood, it will come after us
Never you mind those myna birds

 © John Kennan 8-18-20
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