Poetry In My Dreams

The Potato Saga (Part 3)

It doesn't end there

To potato mermaid or not to potato mermaid that is the question.  

Death approaches faster than one starchy potato could ever predict. 

To allow one's self to accept fate and become a slave to the heat blistering stew of undeniable end or to strike against the tide created by the wooden spoon that stirs the crock-of-pots.

NO

I reject this vegetable society and it's malicious brainwashing. I roar against this lie called mermaid-hood. I will not accept my fate.

I WILL NOT BE A TRAPPED POTATO MERMAID!

I WILL BE FREE!!!