what’dya have for dinner…

potatoes and olives…

potatoes and olives…

black olives from a can…

where’dya get ’em at…

Piggly Wiggly…thirty-nine cents…on sale…had ’em up at the front of the store in a shopping cart…just a filled shopping cart of black olives…

that was your dinner…black olives and potatoes…did you bake or boil the potatoes…maybe you fried ’em…

I microwaved ’em…

any butter…sour cream…

just plain…plain old potatoes…thought of mixing the two…

olives and potatoes…

yes…

what stopped ya…

couldn’t wrap my head ’round it…the two called to be separated…by nature alone…and who am I to screw with nature…not me…not me…