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The family was mortified, of course.
His wife surprised him, coming up behind
him quietly. She thought she wouldn't mind
If he was surfing porn, but this was worse.
He minimized the window, stammered out
Excuses: "Only once, it doesn't mean
A thing, and it just popped up on the screen!"
And then he turned all serious, the lout.
He straightened up his tentacles and said,
"I love you, but I love these women more.
I slip myself into their hidden caves
And Kraken-like, create such mighty waves
That they are shipwrecked, storm-tossed on their shore.
I dream at night of skin devoid of suckers
I'm one of them, my dear: the human-fuckers."
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