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The Octopus Cat

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SubjugatedSandwich

Published: Aug 1, 2012

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If ever you were to see our clinics

never would you find a group of cynics

as depraved as those in mutagenics

who created the octopus cat.

A collection of men from our fair city

all thinking themselves to be so witty

that they grew from scratch this evil kitty

the horrible octopus cat.

It looks at you with knowing eyes

is deaf to all your frightened cries

a creature you had best despise

this menacing octopus cat.

It crawls on eight disgusting tentacles

each of them tattooed with pentacles

be wary of the dread cylindricals

of the deadly octopus cat.

And should you hear within its jowls

the beginnings of its feral growls

or else its otherworldly howls

then beware the octopus cat.

For if you hear these sounds behind you

it's certain we will never find you

I hope we won't have to remind you

look out for the octopus cat.

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Oct 13, 2012

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