The world is a mysterious place, for there are
rabbit warrens and tunnels where the creatures
live and play and invite others to join them and
on occasion people tumble down those burrows
finding the occupants odd in their addiction to
contrariness and illogic for magic mushrooms are
plentiful and once consumed a hallucinogenic
madness sets in and when they emerge they're
never the same again. I should know for as a child
I fell into one, was charmed by the bright green
underworld with its vast cast of unique characters
yet resisted and never stopped being myself. I am her
the woman you see, the she who bore children and
lived happily ever after with the boy now a man
who proved to me how happy we could be, man
he, woman me. We are they in a partnership duo
one deigning not to insult language and biology
for it is females who become pregnant and most
assuredly not a pregnant 'person' delivering a child
to face a confused future of resentful juvenile
backlash against the reality of nature's creation.
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