They say I shouldn’t read anymore.
That I read between the lines.
What isn’t there.
They say I shouldn’t read anymore.
That I read the writing on the wall.
That I scare residents.
I scare visitors.
They say I shouldn’t read anymore
because I read the fine print
the little white-gilled toadstools hidden
in the mushroom fields of the text.
They say
they say
they will revoke my privileges.
Me thinks you need to read more. Just do it on the QT. I like this.
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thanks. I had to look QT up.I let my mind ‘trip’ a little bit and see what resulted 🙂
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They treated me
like a mushroom 🍄
when they kept me
in the dark 🌑
and fed me bullshit 😎
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🙂 I couldn’t resist the mushroom references 🙂 then there’s Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mushrooms’ on another level altogether 🙂
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Mushrooms and toadstools
loom large in much of my
favourite literature.
A bite of one 🍄
may make you smaller.
Whereas the bite of another
could make you grow taller 🐇
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This really is a brilliant work of metatextuality.
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well, thank you. I let my mind go for a wander and look what it came up with 🙂
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And yet here you are still reading…and writing too, oh you bad, bad boy!😎
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I know. I know, I am incorrigible 🙂
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