Potato chips. Tortilla chips.
All by themselves or dunked in dips.
Curled corny things. Puffed cheesy things.
Fake stinky round fried onion rings.
I eat three thousand bags a day.
Who cares how much they make me weigh?
No way to munch just one or two.
So good, they must be good for you.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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