Money over potatoes

I mashed the green into my pocket,

It trickled over my feet: a hole!

Whole world is my calming blancket,

Don’t need to see me whining at all!!!
I get up like a wounded squirrel,

“To fly” is what the instruction says,

Jumped over the tiny soldiers

I’m the horse in the game of chess.
Vegan-hearted beast is my new avatar,

I chew the heads of poisonous snakes.

Dump art! Now I make bread! Not enough a sinner!

Chill down, bite a cookie: that’s all it takes.

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