Trash Day
In the electric room in Melancholia Europe
Alone in the dark an old man sits stark naked
To be born alive this time is what it takes
When reality knocks at a door that is not there
Mushrooms have it spongy easy quiet
Damp soil is all they require
You have no walls, floors or ceilings
When old men are set in their place
Do not be afraid of him in his innocence
Europe is a far away place with trash bags
To take him out in morning
Plenty of space remains for fungal growth
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