Octopuses,  octopi,  octopodes
Hmm, no matter how you say it
He’s the whip. the Top cat of eight tails
Got all those suckers working for him
No bargaining no hard nose refusals
He’ll catch you napping out on the limb & crack your shell
Home becomes a prison of poison,
A spit of split seconds before you die
He’s smart and quick and needs to be
There’s enemies, he needs to hide & feints to cover
It’s said he’s short-lived but that’s not quite true
He lives until he breeds & then it’s all over,
That’s how he dies, after sex
Sex for the octopus, a one time dance
You could say he goes out with a bang