Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Potato Poems

Lumpen, compact hand grenades
Packed with eyes and nutrition,
They’ll grow well in lousy soil,
In acidic, cold, crowded
Conditions. Plant them. Plant them.
If you starve, it’s not their fault.
It’s their loss brought the famine.

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