Fungal Misadventure (Some New Stories And A Poem)

Fungal Misadventure (Some New Stories And A Poem)

Division Of Labour

I dust my house

I have my own style

Not quite like anybody else

Who ever dusted

Honed

One might say

Over many years

Not unsurpassable

But unparalleled

From across the room

My AI Robot

Watches

I scowl back

You should be the one

Doing this

Not possible

My good man

I'm busy writing a novel

For Primark

That's not why

You were invented


These 153,000 fan letters

About my previous one

Argue otherwise

But they are all

From upcycled AI toasters

And it was you

Who programmed them

Literary snobbery

Will get you nowhere