There’s plenty of salt
In a bag full of chips
Like a room full of people
Who all disagree
When they’re ready to fight
Over Tim’s last two cents
But the empty-air cushion
Will keep them from crunching
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
There’s plenty of salt
In a bag full of chips
Like a room full of people
Who all disagree
When they’re ready to fight
Over Tim’s last two cents
But the empty-air cushion
Will keep them from crunching