Octopuses Holding Glow Sticks.
Kermit Winona
Scientists gave octopuses MDMA, just to see. You see,
they hate each other.
The octopuses, I mean.
They just really, really
hate each other
(unless they’re fucking)
(and then they go back to
hating each other).
And it’s not their fault.
It’s not as though every
individual octopus
woke up and decided
to be a misanthropic mass of tentacle and rubber skin.
Their corally strings of fate
simply lead them to a life of
assured self sufficiency.
(Aside from the fucking, sometimes.)
Living this way, they have no reason to doubt
the ocean floor belongs to
them only them only them.
And so the scientists said:
Oi! Let’s change that!
And pumped them full of rave candy. The poor things loved it.
