Potatoes

What do potatoes think of
When kept with other potatoes?
What do they keep on doing
When they are there over there
kept silently?
What secrets do they hide
In the dusty recesses of their mind?
Do they dream,
About being a bowling ball one day day?
Or to be used as makeshift grenades?
Or to drink Red-Bull,
Get wiiings
And fly away?
Do they plan on coming to life,
And launch a Potato Revolution?
Enslaving humans,
And then eating them
Just like the humans ate them once.
Wouldn’t it be ironic,
That when a potato is thinking about its future
And is cut three seconds later.
But in the end,
When everything is said and done,
What are those little brown awkward shaped things thinking of?