Ex-Pat
Kindly Mr. Bass,
hiding in plain sight,
among us earthly vertebrates.
Accepted without question
by his young neighbors,
flying off to his fungoid home,
where teenage boys
ejaculate spores over girly mags,
their love drifting with the wind,
children popping up
after every rain.
But Mr Bass is over that,
curating colorful shelf fungi,
and stealthily transferring technology
to a backward human race.
But where in these stories
are the xenophobes
we've come to know so well?
Nowadays, Mr Bass
wouldn't stand a chance:
turned in, sliced up, fried, and salted
before you could say libtard pedophile,
and we'd be stuck with mere humanity,
with only ourselves to blame.
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