Recently my life has been like a sack of potatoes,
I wonder what I’ll be made into …
my life has been like tuck shop sweets.
But some of the sweets have gone sour.
I am facing mixed up emotions like a cold bubble bath.
Or like a cake without flour.
It’s like I’m driving a car with no wheels and car keys that I can\'t find.
Like taking two steps forward and two steps behind.
I’m like a bag of wool … nice but tangled.
No hands on my neck … but still feel strangled.
I’m like a face full of makeup without a face…
A racing felid without a race.
Like a drug with no high,
A kite with no sky.
Gloves but no hands
A beach with no sand.
Recently, my life has been like a sack of potatoes …
I wonder what I will be made into …
I might be a jacket spud.
Maybe I’ll be left to rott,
I might be those potatoes that people forgot
Thrown in a bin and eaten by rats.
Thrown in a bin and eaten by cats.
I Might be roasted, maybe eaten raw.
Might be the best potato that people ever saw.
Might become chips or maybe be boiled,
Might be seasoned or covered in oil.
I might be baked, into crisps that are salty.
Someone might decide that I\'m a potato that\'s faulty.
I might be smashed, might be mashed,
Maybe sold to make more cash.
I might be left on an old mouldy plate,
I might be the potato that somebody hates.
Maybe I’ll be eaten, maybe spat out
Maybe gobbled up by a bunch of pig snouts.
Recently life has been like a sack of potatoes.
I wonder what I will be made into …