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Fungus here and fungus there:

Driving a car,

Smoking a cigar,

Running a nation, —

Losing patience,—

Fighting a war,

Banging a whore;

Writing this rhyme,—

Committing a crime;—

Fungus, damn, is everywhere.

Fungus is born, fungus is grown,

Without any maker of its own.

There’s the Maker, fungus believes.

Vital life is as it seems.

Parvez Kumar