My life is like a potato chip, by KimEspinoza (bad poetry from the Orientation Talent Show, 1998)
My life is like a potato chip.
With every shock to the bag of life,
Old and forgotten,
My love grows stale.
Who is there that can appreciate
My flavor, my simplicity?
Who is there that can savor
Every calorie of my soul?
Born from the ground I emerge to become
Cool Ranch, Barbeque, Mesquite, Sour Cream.
But in the end
I shall only be discarded
In the waste can of despair.