pommes frites, 2006 a.d.

french fries, french fries,
why must thou ever betray me so?

poor players, that strut and fret your minute upon the stage,
gone forever
last to arrive, and first to go -
no way to successfully re-heat

much less effectively chase that dragon
and yet we do

and yet we do
chasin fireflies in the dark
one
then another
then another
thinking to catch that fleeting moment of glory
paws open

malt vinegar at our side.

and yet we never do.
caught in the circle that is the
potato.

oh pommes frites
why must it ever be so
last to arrive, and ever
first
to
go.