🦑🦑CEPHALOPOCALYPSE🦑🦑

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Now you might say I'm being metaphorical
I say it's just something clearly logical
For when you see an entire ocean rise past the atmosphere
You don't get to just think, you feel the fear
As thousands of flying squids begin to swarm in a feeding frenzy
All you can say is
I gotta get the [bleep] outta here

Of course it's happening all over again
Why'd I think I could ever escape
It happens again, and again, then the joke gets stale
But it still never ends, no it will never end
It must certainly be some twisted fate
For me to yet again fail 
When I try to stop another
Cephalopocolypse

SQUID

You’d call this mythological
I call it “statistical, but nautical”
When every tide decides to climb the upper atmosphere
Reason clocks out early, and panic volunteers
A billion rubbery things in synchronized ascendancy
Buddy, that’s my cue to
Get the [bleep] outta here

SQUID

I tried to reason with a general named Admiral Goo
“Parley?” “Par-lay? We prefer par-spray", thank you
They drafted the clouds, they subpoenaed the breeze
A priest performed an exorcism on the seven seas
I lit a candle, then the ocean blew it out I think
The tide signed my shirt “Best fishes”, autographed in ink
Someone yelled “They’re just big calamari”, quite a bold take
But have you ever seen your lunch levitate a lake?

You say it’s allegorical
I say it’s strictly squidtorial
When gravity is optional and oceans volunteer
There’s only one response that’s crystal clear
As ten-thousand beaks debate my stress propensity
All I can manage is
Getting the [bleep] outta here

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So there I was, layin' on a new world's beach Not a care to be had, watching the waves roll in Such a lovely day, just calm skies as far as the eye can see Though to the untrained, there'd be no knowin' That soon there'd be quite the problem coming back for me And it is precisely why I don't eat no calamari That beautiful water right at my feet Up and decided that gravity is optional And to the skies went that perfect sea Now you might say I'm being metaphorical I say it's just something clearly logical For when you see an entire ocean rise past the atmosphere You don't get to just think, you feel the fear As thousands of flying squids begin to swarm in a feeding frenzy All you can say is I gotta get the [bleep] outta here Of course it's happening all over again Why'd I think I could ever escape It happens again, and again, then the joke gets stale But it still never ends, no it will never end It must certainly be some twisted fate For me to yet again fail When I try to stop another Cephalopocolypse SQUID You’d call this mythological I call it “statistical, but nautical” When every tide decides to climb the upper atmosphere Reason clocks out early, and panic volunteers A billion rubbery things in synchronized ascendancy Buddy, that’s my cue to Get the [bleep] outta here Of course it's happening all over again Why'd I think I could ever escape It happens again, and again, then the joke gets stale But it still never ends, no it will never end It must certainly be some twisted fate For me to yet again fail When I try to stop another Cephalopocolypse SQUID I tried to reason with a general named Admiral Goo “Parley?” “Par-lay? We prefer par-spray", thank you They drafted the clouds, they subpoenaed the breeze A priest performed an exorcism on the seven seas I lit a candle, then the ocean blew it out I think The tide signed my shirt “Best fishes”, autographed in ink Someone yelled “They’re just big calamari”, quite a bold take But have you ever seen your lunch levitate a lake? You say it’s allegorical I say it’s strictly squidtorial When gravity is optional and oceans volunteer There’s only one response that’s crystal clear As ten-thousand beaks debate my stress propensity All I can manage is Getting the [bleep] outta here Of course it's happening all over again Why'd I think I could ever escape It happens again, and again, then the joke gets stale But it still never ends, no it will never end It must certainly be some twisted fate For me to yet again fail When I try to stop another Cephalopocolypse SQUID ----------------------------------------------------------- © 2025 The JesterMC

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