From a worm to cephalopod, Trying new forms, I wrestled with god, From bulb, seed, pod, each nestling wad, Grew fins, arms and wings pushed genetical laws, How I came to be, majestical odds, At odds with the massaged mirage, That holds our testically cause, And no-one can touch, in our dynastical vase, Captain of nods, leave in all on the sod, Many followers came , changed to identical shod, Catch me chewing on vows , under a lighting rod.