What do potatoes think of
When kept with other potatoes?
What do they keep on doing
When they are there over there
What secrets do they hide
In the dusty recesses of their mind?
Do they dream,
About being a bowling ball one day day?
Or to be used as makeshift grenades?
Or to drink Red-Bull,
And fly away?
Do they plan on coming to life,
And launch a Potato Revolution?
And then eating them
Just like the humans ate them once.
Wouldn't it be ironic,
\That when a potato is thinking about its future
And is cut three seconds later.
But in the end,
When everything is said and done,
What are those little brown awkward shaped things thinking of?
Oh I so love this poem. I used to be obsessed with potatoes back in the day. Really very. My favourite comeback used to be, "Eat a potato", even in the most desperate of situations. My friend told me his girlfriend and him were having troubles and he asked what he should do. I told him, "You know. You should eat a potato. In any form. Fries or sandwich or sub. You'll be happier" . Now that I look back at it, it was a funny moment, with the joke and the straight face I told the joke with cutting through his palpable preoccupation. Not the best of things to tell a greiving friend, but eh, that's how much i loved these little brown things!
Happy Reading Everyone!
Published by Shrey Ahuja