Potato

i have no mouth and must scream
my eyes will follow the knife’s descent
i can only hope that it’s a dream

my skin is tattered like a paper’s ream
i feel every shard, every rent
i have no mouth and must scream

i don’t see any tears that will stream
i wasn’t noticed when i went
i can only hope that it’s a dream

the frothing water turns white as cream
from here the world seems somehow bent
i have no mouth and must scream

my clothes were bursting at the seam
but with no money, not a single cent
i can only hope that it’s a dream

i want to make it over the beam
but no one came from where they went
i have no mouth and must scream
i can only hope that it’s a dream