how would you like it?

How would you like it if someone pulled
on your hair and removed your warm
covering and said "oh, you're not ready yet"
and just when you're trying to get comfortable
again, having to fight off those fat white
creatures that were just disturbed and now
blame you? And how would you like it if a
tractor's noise kept you awake all day and
then came in deep enough to pick you up
and toss you helter-skelter into a bed of briars,
against a big fat watermelon or a wire fence,
or even not that far but just out in the open,
in the burning hot sun that eventually makes
you wrinkled and worthless? And think of this,
if you think my life is a bowl of mashed
potatoes -- oh, what am I saying? -- That's
another thing, being mashed. Or how would
you like it if someone pulled you from a
oven, where you are trying to get warm and
comfortable, like under the ground, and told
by some potato head (oh,oh!) , "you're just perfect"
and when you are lifted out you feel so imperfect?
And another thing:How about someone nice,
or at least you thought at first, comes toward you with
a bread knife and you look around and see
no bread -- what can you expect? After all,
you're just a potato!