Poem -
Octopus
Octopus.
Growing.
Spreading.
Tentacles
expanding.
Prey
in the
grip.
Unsuspecting.
Power.
Control.
Name
of the
game.
Tentacles
grip, circles
the globe.
Growing
power,
influence
over its
prey.
Too late,
powers
that be
now
firmly
control.
Now
running
the show.
Ultimate
power
control
justifies
the means.
In front
of our
eyes
the creature
morphs.
Tight
in its
grip.
Ultimate
control.
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Comments
The world is a corrupt shit pit John but what dismays me most is that we, the people, are responsible for allowing it ππΒ
Hi MP,
Thank you for reading. Thereβs always hope for the unexpected.
JP
Hey JP!!....I really like the way this slowly morphed into "Ultimate Control".....I kept seeing (in my mind's eye) this image of an octopus with its tentacles wrapped around a world globe!!......the powers that be ~ ALL suck!!........All stars!!.....ever the pleasure dear poet brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xoΒ : )
Hi Tony,
Always appreciate you kind words.
JP
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sad but true! always hope! cool write JP!.................................................Jim
Great work John!Β The world is corrupt as we allow the corrupt to rule us.
Unfortunately the malevolent few move faster than the masses who meander!