Sponge
In the dark, unpleasant deep
Where the waters lie asleep
In the under-tidal soup
Where the world is total gloop
In sub-oceanic grunge
Lurks the great primordial sponge
Older than the passing moon
Viscous as a fresh spittoon
Filled with loathing, full of spleen
Meaner than the wolverine
The sponge has left a tiny trace
Of everything we call disgrace
Nastier than fool or doofus
Rougher than a gang of loofahs
The sponge lives in eternal night
Its cargo mean and full of spite
Older than the dinosaur
This hate upon old ocean floor
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