It must've been that odd mushroom:
Its pungent spewed spores have made me
A fungal all-fours beast of gloom.
It couldn't have been my own brain:
So toxic, rotten, and seeping
Out meanness, spreading all the same.
Infected, that's why I'm absolved
From sinful guilty reflections,
It was them, not me, that mushroom.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
It must've been that odd mushroom:
Its pungent spewed spores have made me
A fungal all-fours beast of gloom.
It couldn't have been my own brain:
So toxic, rotten, and seeping
Out meanness, spreading all the same.
Infected, that's why I'm absolved
From sinful guilty reflections,
It was them, not me, that mushroom.