Metaphors have a way
of holding the most truth in the least space.
-- Orson Scott Card
Only an octopus, reason failing –
Outstretched arms are flinging, flailing,
Over-reaching in outright railing,
Obviously, trouble’s trailing.
Oddly, unaware of cheating,
On-point, yet indifferent, fleeting.
Overpowered toxic treating
On a marriage due defeating.
On the edge, yet still out trolling,
Operating for controlling.
Out too deep, yet plunging, sinking,
Octad tentacles are inking,
Offhandedly, blindly blinking –
Only an octopus, sadly stinking.