Am a mushroom
they keep me in the dark
and feed me with trash
without protest – without rancor
I’ve accepted my fate
in this rich and unfruitful garden
garbage is good for nourishment
darkness essential to my survival.
Gardener – am that morel at full bloom
you pluck every four years
the idiot you take no pity on
I don’t mind your lies, but your cruelty
am that hand that feeds
your ballot box.
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