In every ocean, lurking in the deeps,
Are creatures weird and strange to human eyes,
Distorted things, that wriggle, swoop and creep,
In icy waters carried on strange tides.
A person never sees them in the day,
For they don't venture near to where light shines,
But late at night after the sun's away,
They the slither upwards floating on the brine.
All of my fishy dank Cthulhu fears,
Come round to have a party and a drink,
They talk of bills not paid, and wasting years,
Failures and unknown futures, till I shrink,
Pulling the blankets up against despair,
And that's why god invented Teddy Bears.
Mine's a Lion.
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