furry and funghi
blooming white and blue
grew from careless spills of inexperience
The spores have spread
From within the fridge
And its plastic ledge
I have pledged so many times
To keep as clean as out
But despite numerous clouts to the head
No one has successfully lectured me
I agree that they have drained me in their efforts
Taught me the ecoli right and wrongs
Mopped the very tongues of my words
In order I speak politically cleanly
But I never like your flannel
Nor the cardboard panels
You hide behind
When focus is shifted to you.