Just look for the Spuds

It is dirty and deformed

Odorless and tasteless

And sometimes there are pimples on his bald head

If we declare its name aloud

No one will applaud

It is the most miserable vegetable

The market has to offer

Do not worth the money paid for

But who knew that

With a little work

And a different perspective

From those spuds came out watches,

 cosmetic products and most important: French fries

so how does it make sense that from the anonymous spud  

a genius thing came up?

They walk around among us

Unknown spuds

Look around

And Notice

Look for the unknown

Those with pimples on their faces

Look for the people

Who ask for a little attention

That are thankful for every small gesture

Just look for the spuds…

The End

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