Inky blue the message home
Seeking answers in replies
Why the worry mother sighed
In no mood for pointless why’s
Things are looking bleak right now
He re-joined in anxious hope
My tentacles have lost their pull
I’m sadly grappling with my grope
Tides have turned against me mum
I feel outreached and overdone
In spite of themes and colour schemes
I’m feeling hunted on the run
Now pull yourself together Squid
Let go despondence I beseech
With all that place within your space
Look no further than your niche
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