To counter my raging chip addiction, I made a bet to go cold turkey. In my delirium and my daily struggle with withdrawals, I found solace in poetry and painting.
This poem’s called, “Forever With Me”
Chips, I love to eat you.
Chips, I love to taste you.
Oh, Chips. Crisps. Chips.
Once I devour you,
I'll keep you forever with me,
Secured in my arm fat.
So you can hug me everyday.
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This poem’s called, “Forever With Me”
Chips, I love to eat you.
Chips, I love to taste you.
Oh, Chips. Crisps. Chips.
Once I devour you,
I'll keep you forever with me,
Secured in my arm fat.
So you can hug me everyday.







