Billy The Baked Potato...

On a couch he'll slouch,
Resting his bones while he rolls,
Vibing with music as he smokes, 
Getting high like a baked potato.

His feet turning into pizza, 
Sitting like the leaning tower of pisa, 
Laughing his head off at a simple joke, 
Where will he end up down the rabbit hole?

This potato isn't a King Edward or a Jersey, 
He's delicious and sweet and likes a good conspiracy, 
His name is Billy and he's certainly no royal,
This baked potato is kind, curious and loyal.

Problem is, Billy starts getting the munchies,
Starts looking in the cupboard for kid's lunches,
When it comes to their dinner, there's a sandwich missing,
"Must've been dad last night whilst dancing and skipping!"

So what if Billy likes a smoke, why should people judge, 
Now and again when it's time for bed, he just needs a little nudge, 
He's just a baked potato looking for a Maris to love him,
Looking for another potato that believes all this is a sim.

Billy can't be grated,
Nor is he hated,
Billy likes this feeling,
So stop your peeling!

We have one life, each to their own,
Just be happy, for a baked potato!