Friday, October 05, 2018

the hot potatoes


The hot potatoes
Out of the oven too long
It isn’t hot anymore
It stays cool

Once it could sing
The power game of control
In the oven knocking the lid
Nobody could sleep easily

It’s heydays
The water needed to splash
Giving it a face lift
To see the world in the air

The power in the knocking
The pot of gold would sing
Loudly to the members
Strike it to the core

The strong wind came
Blow the lid off
Exposing the hot potatoes
The pot tumbled over

It isn’t hot anymore
The potatoes are expose
The butcher knife will strike
When the chef receives order

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