Octopus

John Prophet

Octopus.
Growing.
Spreading.
Tentacles
expanding.
Prey
in the
grip.
Unsuspecting.
Power.
Control.
Name
of the
game.
Tentacles
grip, circles
the globe.
Growing
power,
influence
over its
prey.
Too late,
powers
that be
now
firmly
control.
Now
running
the show.
Ultimate
power
control
justifies
the means.
In front
of our
eyes
the creature
morphs.
Tight
in its
grip.
Ultimate
control.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: May 1st, 2022 08:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    True words John but playing outside of the box can fill us with delight.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      Hi Andy,

      True enough especially for us 70 something’s who can sit back and watch the world go mad knowing we’ll not be living in the results. 🥴

      • Goldfinch60

        Very true John, it is great isn't it?



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