Mushrooms that are laid across the land

Wriggle once with your sickened bodies and I know your panned


Stare at me like a baby's confusion when It cuts through the womb

Fluffy caps that protect you from the snow wraps

(As they make you cold with their white blanket that shines like the moon)

I know why you wear them

Because you want to be just like


With your emaciated thinness and your venom

As it sickens the masses

Once the media plucks you

With its eyes

Giving you fame and fortune

But only I know

That us without the million whites

And the million blues and browns and greens

As they stare at us waiting for that something in-between

Is divine