squid limbo

, oh man landed, finally my hands, standing, all eight of them, crazy how i drag my name through shades of sand, all leading up to this here point, i don't mean to push tennies but i sit here moist, with drops drippin', and not a single man has given me a "hey shall i ask what shorts?", or you can give a simple welcome just to spread come forths, with mine you see i find a hint of rage filled force in me, now i see my face lookin' frisky as i stare back with little know of where i will be in the next month, since i see ye last i start swimming to the surface in the hope of finding new born mutant eaters, little said living that i wake, frank deep in the little green gritty speech must bake, all these places i feel pretty see i mean no hate, but all civilians that inhabit walk me clean the streets, eyes are staring, i really do not like it, it takes a burning itch within me scratching like there's ficus, and i'm sick of it, so if you wish to dig your dirty ditch boy, i promise that i'll bury you as quickly as i spit boy