Deep inside there is so much meaning,
Without these yearnings for psychedelic ceremony,
Life is potato,
Nothing happening in your tuber,
Solid flesh firm to the grip,
Dense potato,
Stop it all you potatoes!
Stop burning your fuel,
Planting your petro fields
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dang potato
- Category: Special occasion
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tris Eaton, chinaaliciarivera
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Comments3
Great write - reminds me of a poem I posted some time back called 'Potatoes Aren't Like People'
Yes, Micheal people shouldn't be potatoes:)
Oh my Gawd. This made me laugh. I didn't know about the potato. Ohhh... the potato. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
Thanks Alicia potato is more technical then disability, for me it is an inability to look at action globally that are our future 😉
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