Tentacles

My tentacles ache

This phantom pain is oh so confusing

I’m extraneous matter to the world

And so estranged

Look at me any way you want

My components are human and human and human and human

Strip me down to humanity

And cut me up into human and human and human and human

Into atoms of the fragile

I’m human I’m human I’m human

See I bleed red like you

What was that? Thought I heard you cuckoo

It may be I speak moron fluently

But you may be – if possible – even lamer than me

Yeah you could out-moron me anytime

We’ll both stay with the mooncalves

Cause we’re both aliens

Equally expendable

Equally valuable

So let’s talk moron to moron

What’s so great about being unique anyway?

We all are