I will try starting this review over. Damn back button. This poem really sticks to the same metaphor (simile?) throughout. The idea of a mushroom dominates. The idea of an idea being the spore of a thought and that such a spore helps to decompose the mind it infects is an interesting one. Mushrooms don't just decompose they grow and leave a different type of life and structure where perhaps little useful growth existed before. This isn't quite as disturbing as the idea that the spores spread and get everyone thinking the same things. Words, propaganda, all tied up in a small innocent poem.