People are always asking me, Jono,
what about politics?
By this they mean that
in their personal vision of my future
they see me giving stump speeches
about how far one potato must travel
before it becomes a potato chip,
about how many hands one spud must pass through
before it becomes a crinkle chip
en route to a mouth somewhere.
I won’t bore you with the details
but if you have ever made potato chips in your own home,
you will understand how phenomenal it is
that chips everywhere are so cheap.
You could never beat this price in your own home.
You’d lose on the price of the potatoes alone.
There is so much implied in one bag of chips,
sometimes it makes me want to die.
So I run my mouth about potato chips.
If you do not do everything alone
it seems you can never better the junk that is
abundantly and cheaply available everywhere.
We are surrounded by it.
It costs five times as much to get one good chip
that has not been involved in the trap of existence
that other people along the line feel as strongly as I do.
This is a nightmare to me who is poor.
I don’t want to be complicit in suffering
just because I want a fucking potato chip.
But this, I am afriad, is how the world really is.
I just literally threw up on the floor.