Luyện nghe bài hát Saliferous Morsels of Spud

I am driven to
By that have lost their identity,
Due to the neglect of an world,
Why my stomach for the cheap imitation of nourishment,
I am brought before a slightly crumpled bag
My of light in a dim world...

The first chip ingested brings an aurora of puzzlement it,
The realization of the is initiated
I the sirens call "betcha can't eat just one"
I at the mocking irony
I search again for a of spud,
I my prey,
to lean of its true nature,
At it is gone,
The crunch again is accompanied by a pull
Truth arrives like the sting of on my lips,
Mercy it is for the weak...

And to anything with barbecue could be brought to such shame,
I am left standing with only the in my sight,
And in my with dreams of thins that never were...