Spambellina Says: You know, I get so enraptured with the world of processed meat that I often neglect the world of processed potatoes. This freeflowing, intensely confessional verse by the renowned spoet Basil Mahoney reminded me that nothing goes better with Spam than a big ol’ bowlful of Tater Tots. Dolly was thrilled . . . she dived headfirst into the surreal hash!
I smell a family drama in this one. And it disturbs me.
The Oedipal Potato
Potato and play it’s simple
breath not small it’s responsible
it happy not growth may hook in voice
may wound and wet not development on sun
may trouble try burst not clock in neck
see able on finger but deep be collar
it’s advertisement and material!
Cheese it’s attack may
long some cough not rule it’s kick
or advertisement be bottle may hollow
it cruel a sex a angry may healthy on foot!
Wing a nerve the ear be station and grain
but foolish be equal may probable or hair
it angry not berry try society!
Roll, father, see
woman, history in collar be hospital
but attempt try beautiful or meat
be time and tree it’s tax but thumb
the house a group see common be nerve
a plate a roll or thread try regret
try eye be angry see hollow may square!
process . . .
drawer . . .
MOTHER!
Author: Basil Mahoney
Contributor: JS
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What a nasty little Dolly she is!
I love her.
I’d never considered the relationship between Spam and Tater Tots on the food chain; I can feel my brain growing larger as it processes such a connection. Tater Tots are to Spam as ……?