Spudly Love
Mashed potatoes are a drug
each bite tastes better than than the first
ladled in hot pork gravy
puddled in the middle of the dollop
and dripping slowly down the sides
soft and warm they slide down my throat
a little salt a little pepper
every bite I feel the pleasure
everything is simple when I eat mashed potatoes
I am in the NOW when I eat them...
I'm nurtured by the texture and the creamy warmth and flavor
of that fat spud who I think loves me as much as I love it.
Food is love and "love is a drug"
I heard that love is a drug in a song by the New York Dolls.
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