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There's A Fungus Growing On My Couch

Melting into the couch

Frying the brain

Staring at screens

Hardly wondering

What it all means

Too tired to care

So I stare

And stare and stare

At these people

On these screens

They say things

And stories are told

Day after day

As I grow old

A fungus growing on the couch

A hippopotamus

With a bottomless


For entertainment

Time spent

Time spent

Time spent

Staring at


Melting into this couch

One episode

At a time.


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