Jonathan-Gerald

Potato chips are really good, Really good for me, But not for the guy who makes them. Working to satisfy my hunger, Never give a thought to who eats them, A hard job for him, an easy job for me. Simplicity is best he said, Deep-frying his worries, But comes back when they're done. It can't be helped he said, after a hard day, Sulking from his poor decisions. We eat them with satisfaction, He makes them with remose, But it is the life, Of the guy that makes potato chips.