There Is A Potato In My Bed.

I got into a really dark place last night. Dark and psychotic, I think I may have killed someone, but that’s neither here nor there. In my excursion into madness I saw the world for the cruel, twisted mistress that she is. Then my phone battery died and I knew then that I was truly alone…  I wrote a poem of my terrible experience, it is as follows.
Be warned, it is not for the faint of heart.

There’s a Potato in my bed…

Oh my God there’s a potato in my bed!

Who Put it there? Which one of you sick bastards put a potato in my bed?
Was it you Eric? Huh? Don’t look at him, look at me.
I’m asking you a question damn it!

THERE’S A POTATO IN MY BED!

AAAARRRRRGGGG!

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