Mushroom Soup
In a land where light never
shines
The mushroom mutants reside
Consumed with raging
bitterness
At the oblivious oak tree
Which steadfastly blocks out
the sun
From their little black patch
of ground
Mutant meetings are
constantly convened
Action plans proposed and
bounced around
How to take down this mighty
oak
Given their very limited
resources
In the darkness it’s so hard
to see
The futility of current
reality
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