Fingers full of salt and grease
Yet so fragile to the touch
A thin slice of potato
Is all I had for lunch

Chips only seem to fall apart
When you want them to stay whole
They’re frail and break so easily
It’s as if they’re shattered souls

And when a chip comes close to dip
Anxiety sets in
They crumble like a house of cards
Or as if they’ve committed mortal sin