No thought for a living soul at all<\/p>\n
surgeons gloves<\/p>\n
how this does gall<\/p>\n
the sentient soul<\/p>\n
where it is clear<\/p>\n
the earthling rises up in fear<\/p>\n
its nerve ends taut its heart a fire<\/p>\n
sliced through and on a plate<\/p>\n
deny<\/p>\n
this cruelty this fresh approach<\/p>\n
to torture beyond all hope to broach<\/p>\n
the subject here in pitilessness<\/p>\n
the octopus received such stress<\/p>\n
can we imagine its agony<\/p>\n
can we begin to even see<\/p>\n
how to react to this thoughtless chef<\/p>\n
who must be blind and clearly deaf<\/p>\n
to its many cries<\/p>\n
as it felt its end<\/p>\n
being cut to ribbons<\/p>\n
its thoughts did send<\/p>\n
to Neptune god its god where in<\/p>\n
some indignation could begin<\/p>\n
to affect this slob thids stricken sod<\/p>\n
who clearly has no faith nor god<\/p>\n
who can kill and maim and decorate<\/p>\n
bits of dead body on each plate<\/p>\n
body that he has killed and sliced<\/p>\n
decorated chopped and diced<\/p>\n
the octopus is of course no more<\/p>\n
but his soul swims by another shore<\/p>\n
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No thought for a living soul at all surgeons gloves how this does gall the sentient soul where it is clear the earthling rises up in fear its nerve ends taut its heart a fire sliced through and on a … Continue reading