Shrooms Poem by Thomas Case

Shrooms

Rating: 5.0


Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where my pants are?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalyst that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
Booze.

Saturday, February 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: drugs,fun
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 12 February 2023

5 stars, ...for humor, brevity, and the (sometimes) killer ending. : )

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Bri Edwards 12 February 2023

I wonder if this is the poet's recounting of a true experience, his or someone else's. My wife cooks with mushrooms, but they aren't the 'magic' kind.

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Bri Edwards 12 February 2023

This poem begs for a Poet's Notes. But actually, after rereading this, I've found it, yes, funny in a way, and eyeopening. But how did cops happen to arrive? Not by invitation I suppose. : )

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 12 February 2023

Sitting on the couch naked.......I can't say mushrooms are all bad.... Ha Ha Ha Ha...nice humorous

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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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