I swear I've seen tentacles growing inside the places water goes out. They are purple and blue and have suckers on and sometimes I see them and shout:
They have my eyes and my hair in a lock! And they are tying these ropes to my lashes! And on my pale arms and shin bones I've seen purple and blue pus-blood gashes!
Out of these cuts come more of them, more sucker-filled fat coils of woe. My father cries out for his lost girl while my tentacles wrap round his toe...
Until I infect everyone in the world until I have caused mass destruction, I will not be happy, I will not be good, so I continue my disgusting seduction!
I thought I would create a childish tentacle poem because I love nothing more than children's rhymes of gross things.