Best Fungus Poems

Injustices, victimization,
oppression and other yucky events
of diverse varieties,
are like toe nail fungus:
1. both alarming and embarrassing
2. who knows where it came from
3. we would appreciate it if it would return
from wherever to whatever,
as long as it's away from me.

My brown-skinned ***** and disabling kids 
taught...

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I really think that you want to read on
... why?
well, because
you haven't anything better to do.

you are looking through the looking glass
eye
that has nothing to with "I".
bored
and alone and moving towards
the fridge
for some comfort;

Go and have god bless you
because no Gods are present.

and the music,...

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Mushrooms grow in yards,
are plucked for tonight’s supper,
but grow back by morn....

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Ted’s big toe is covered in fungus
It’s massive, in fact it’s humongus
He can’t fit in his shoes
and he sure gets the blues 
as he cannot hang out among us

Ted began to feel very depressed
as barefoot he’s not suitably dressed
So I made him fur boots
From road...

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The Rose loved the Mushroom 
Who only came out at night
They lived in different soil
It just wasn't right
But the Mushroom never 
Noticed her beauty
Or smelled her perfume
He simply tilted his cap
By the light of the Moon
In the morning dew
She spread her petals wide
The Mushroom seemed...

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It attacks our species and genus
Detect trumposaurus meanus
By its orange mane
Its mycelium brain
And its shiitake-stemmed pen!s

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I have a tendancy
to really grow on everybody, 
but then again that's the nature of yours truly. 
I'll grow on anybody 
like a fungus. That's guaranteed....

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Take care not to get hold
Of bread that's very old
	Behind the breadbox door
	A microscopic spore
May have turned it to mold.

Sometimes mold is blue
	or white or gray or green
Some mold is so small
	it can't even be seen.

If you ate moldy bread
Mold would get in your head
	It...

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Decay, decays?  
        Never, this oak lives forever!
      Bit by beetle bugs that on me did graze. 
        Birds my bark did sever.
  A...

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Moving through tightly woven groves of young, thin, oaks
the air sits heavy on the skin like stepping into a sauna
wet earth mingles with decaying leaves, this odor of familiarity.

Trails walked more than just a time or two
a few look the same while a few testify...

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