Political Fungus Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
Political Fungus
A bad patch grows, a moldy fright,
Spreads its spores left, and right.
Spray we do, with poison strong,
But still, it creeps, it lingers long.
Its friends around, a fuzzy crowd,
Hard to stop it, in this shroud.
But wait, and watch, the days will tell,
This nasty thing, will soon farewell.
Its time will come, to fade and dry,
And when it's gone, bad memories will die.
T.M.Solvang
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