Rotten Potato

Rotten potato
In a sealed bag to be sold
Shaped differently with a smell
To become potato chips to be fried 

Rotten potato
Destined to be peeled
With strange deformities
To be dressed up for potato salad

Rotten potato
Found in the bag
Then found another
To spoil the whole bag

Rotten potato
Tossed away
Came into the earth
To grow other potatoes some day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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