The Life of a Spud

A humorous poem imagining a potato as a living being...

The Life of a Spud

...

I am the root of my own problem...

My growth only leads to my demise...

Upon maturity I endure much...

Mid-Fall... Harvest time...

Shovel scars me deep, 

while digging up my past...

Only to be thrown into a bucket,

full of others who share my fate...

Then taken... 

somewhere to be handled and wiped,

while some of the others get tossed away...

Rest of us get stuffed into bags together, 

and kidnapped by a truck...

After travelling for days,

we find ourselves stuck on a shelf...

People pick us up and look us over,

many times before being chosen.

Finally we have a home,

or so we thought...

...

Once there, we're thrown in a corner.

Setting up there, I have a ring side seat...

Watching someone get busy...

preparing a meal...

They reach into our bag, 

and take a couple fellow spuds...

My eyes fill with sadness...

as I watch them, 

peeled naked, then quartered 

and drowned in boiling water...

Their dead bodies drained...

thrown in a bowl and mashed to a pulp...

Gave me nightmares all night long...

...

Morning comes...

That same person grabs two more,

showers them in the sink...

Then begins to pick their eyes out, 

only to shred them to bits, 

and throw them into hot oil...

Oh, the horror...

When will it end?

...Later...

Now as I sit here...

Roasting in the oven,

after being washed and stabbed with a fork...

I realize my purpose...

Fuel for other's life forces...

Just glad I didn't become vodka...

The End...

...

Panhead Rod

Nov. 4, 2023

Author's Note

Humor can be in many imaginative forms...

Reviews

[Chris]

Pretty good rendition... I guess many can sympathize.