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Taters I know some little taters, You can call them tots. Tiny little spudlings, With little eyes like dots. The taters always tell the truth, They’ll never tell you lies. Cause they don’t want you gettin mad, And making them French fries. I invited them to dinner, They thought, “What a treat!” But now they all are crying, Cause I like taters with my meat. Except this one who’s rotten, He’s stinking up the place. I’ll give him a one way ride, After saying grace. One potato, two potato, Three ...

Ignorance Sometimes on occasions our expectations, Of internal long term emotions, Are withdrawn to domains, where there it remains, For meaningless benign devotions. Interlaced realities become finalities, As they are conjoined with a dormant ideal, Thus creating the illusion, of a concrete conclusion, That the thoughts had meritorious appeal. By appearing worthwhile one has to smile, As the person in question so states, A bogus opinion, within this dominion, Worth ignorant bargain bin rates.

Crushed By Silence He was dead. Crushed by silence, in a busy non-silent world. His clamor to climb to success was to blame, For the deafness he suffered was of the heart. Much like the wind, Which quenches a match, His race to succeed had smothered the fire of his soul, Thus changing a once beating heart to stone. Happiness once sought, Was replaced with greed. Sleep became the enemy and love a curse. Visions of happiness with another was now obscene. The top was not lonely, Wealth was his f...

Taters I know some little taters, You can call them tots. Tiny little spudlings, With little eyes like dots. The taters always tell the truth, They’ll never tell you lies. Cause they don’t want you gettin mad, And making them French fries. I invited them to dinner, They thought, “What a treat!” But now they all are crying, Cause I like taters with my meat. Except this one who’s rotten, He’s stinking up the place. I’ll give him a one way ride, After saying grace. One potato, two potato, Three ...