I am the modern model of a tenticular horror
I violate the crevasses and penetrate the flora
I get in all the orifice and slide through all the ordure
I like to stick myself right through and tickle like a brother

I wiggle and I jiggle like a piece of spaghetti
I wobble and I joggle like I’m running from the Yeti
I crush, crush, crush, mindlessly writhe
no hole too small, not any size
I don’t think that you realize
Tenticular Horror