You’ve been repackaged,
Disneyfied for the masses
in plush doll form.
You finally emerge
from the abyss to dine on
shrimp cocktails platters.
Oh, Kraken! My Kraken!
You hired a new PR guy to
soften up your image.
Changed your name to
“Krakey” and “Little Krakey.”
Something the kiddies can relate to.
Clammy tourists
line up in boats
to take selfies with you.
You autograph your memoir
with quills in each tentacle
dipped in your own ink.
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