Tentacles rising

With a quick fell sweep

Come a’slither down over

Our quaint little beach

The Cola-Fin! Ack!

He’s at it again!

He’ll hand out free samples

Then AWAY to his den!

Of corporate contraptions

And odd ends and bits

He swears that he cares

But he don’t give a sh!t

He’s the Cola-Fin! Oh!

The grossest cynical move

By profit-dazed makers

In a coke-guzzling groove

When your kids go a’running

And incur your expenses

Know whose purses you fill – AND – Not to mention!

Their sugar-addled brains

Gummy ADHD

A rotted jaw,

A crooked maw

…Now they don’t even sleep

And all through the summer,

Hoiked up from the deep

Comes a tinkle-tot scammer

To spoil your peeps

For it’s in the beast’s nature

Don’t fret, Sweet, don’t fear.

By asphalted sand dunes

You’ll find him soon there…

Tentacles rising

With a quick fell sweep

Come a’slither down over

Our quaint little beach