Luyện nghe bài hát Saliferous Morsels of Spud

I am driven to
By chips that have lost identity,
Due to the of an unforgiving world,
Why my stomach yearns for the cheap of nourishment,
I am brought a slightly crumpled golden bag
My of light in a dim world...

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

And to think with barbecue could be brought to such shame,
I am left standing with only the in my sight,
And in my thoughts with dreams of thins that were...