won't you
vote Cthulhu
in twenty
twenty four
for four
years
of and
for the
Greater Evil
than the
lesser
two?
The icky sticky squid-man
Squeezed from the water spout
Leapt up my nose and
Sucked my brains right out.
Dug deep inside me
with all his slimy legs
Inside my skull hole
He laid a thousand eggs.
*Image of Pluto & Solar System provided by Pixabay.
Pluto
Plain as e'er, my founder's pewt'rish *heart region face Charon, echo coins gauge cross
Logging midway regions *Cthulhu, less tale more Pequodish, ruddy looks Melville errs
Union empowered eastern half wanes while western regions honorarium *Sputnik lord
The tail-end of Moby and thumper's regions is equatorial *Brass Knuckles ebony mask
Obfuscated, renamed hints an immortalized fiction, a dwarf, a tease, tho I'd be if was
*The four major regions of Pluto
2021 May 28
Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps
the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell
He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world
calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies
to take over the world
and make the old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world
evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous
the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise
they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world
In stygian depths,
a specter swims,
descendant of Great Cthulhu
and Leviathan.
For eight hundred years in
caverns deep, beneath
stygian black waters,
his cryogenic sleep’s,
disturbed by
fracked-cracks
in Gaia’s core.
now he rests in peace,
no more.
No ordinary Cthulhu
now is this,
no ordinary
demonic fish,
this diabolic fiend
is twisted from
spilled chemicals,
toxic rot,
unseen.
Venomous waste has
shaped his brain
and nuclear essence
his heart contains.
Where once Great Cthulhu
was frightening to see,
this descendant,
poison-minded, be.
Terror of sailor’s nightmares swims,
in salty waters, poisoned by men
who cared for only money, you see,
Descendant Cthulhu heartless be.
When putrid breath
and jagged teeth
caress the ships
that sail the seas,
the foulest stench
of stomach acids,
will digest men like,
melted plastic.
Oh men of tomorrow,
do take heed,
sew no more nuclear
or toxic seeds.
This last boat
to sail these seas,
our dead souls
now and forever plead!
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