E-Poems

Sack of potatoes!

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 …