Rip goes the foil that separates my man from his munchies,
like lightning he grabs one,
It is just like me,
a thin lifeless vessel covered in oils and saturated fats,
dangling between his fingers,
his index finger caresses my back while his thumb applies pressure onto my rib cage,
I cant breathe!
Is it him or I?!

Oh to be said crisp,
for him to place my grease upon his lips
and shout allowed I Love Tayto*...
But I am not a crisp,
I shall not reach the same level as a crisp,
I am me a mere man,
A man whose every moment of every day surrounds said Tayto lover.