Poor little squidboy.
Attached to worldly possesions.
He'll cling on anything that will satisfy his obseesions.
The utter need of consumption.
Has left him diconnected.
His self afflicted tragadies.
Has left him clinically defected.
He'll clasp and squeeze.
Until he's run out of strength.
He'll do what ever it takes .
To keep his fixations at arms length.
If he only could realized.
He already has everyting that he needs.
His inner turmoil would be over.
Making his dependancy as dead as weeds.
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