Below the thunders of the upper deep,
The Kraken lies in its watery sleep.
If only Liam Neeson needed a paycheck,
The Kraken could unleash hardcore C.G.I. dreck.
Do it, Liam, the Kraken thought.
Drop the Kraken like it’s hot.
Release the Kraken from the abysmal sea.
Just bellow out your divine decree.
Please don’t be fettered by your indoor voice.
This Kraken battens upon seaworms, and not by choice.
Release the Kraken, turn me loose.
You can do it, after all, you’re Zeus.
Joseph S. Pete, a writer who currently lives in the Middle West, will have samosas to start, the chicken vindaloo, and water. No, just tap water is fine, thanks.
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