Mashed potato mama Sits in a vat Of warm Mashed Potatoes The supreme Comfort food Forever available Unregulated “Butter” She demands And butter Appears Melting Sliding Down the Potatoes Potatoes Squish between Her fingers And toes Potatoes Become The new Hair gel She raises the Buttery mash to her mouth Bliss In soft warm perfectionContinue reading “MASHED POTATO MAMA”