Don't lie to me doll They're living down there Conjugal pairs with strange devotions After the demise of the multiples These creatures with studded faces Appeared in the oceans
I felt a stir when they wriggled A tremor when they winked I stumbled when they squirmed and giggled And their pink antennas linked
I'm warning you they're clotting In that blue and briny waste Mutations awaiting our intentions As we run to stay in place
