How’s this, IG, I had forgotten it completely
BIG, BAD MUSHROOM
Big, bad mushroom
Whereabouts are you now
For I have seen you in the wind and
I have seen you in the time
But I have not seen thee without tyre aboutst the middle
Of your thorax like a naked pussy
Waiting to be handled from afar
With a Bridgestone gap between your teeth
And an enema for a tongue
You sleuth the outset of the trauma laden filth
And it becomes you to be so.
Mushroom man, you mushroom fan,
Be not forth unto the swear of the fruit of the labour of Man.
Be the one who is the true saviour of the coming of Christ our Lord
Through the faith of the silver barrel on the gun.
A 45, a peacemaker, not a jewbreaker
Or a massive thief of the electric cacophony of sound
That comes through the ether to you.
You Mushroom man…
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