Frustration lies in a thin bottle of ketchup.
The agony to drench French-fries in a tomato-y heaven.
Only drops of watery ketchup fall from the fogged in bottle.
In a perfect land, ketchup would fall like water from a fountain.
It would replace the mighty rivers and ocean.
Tomatoes must then grow in abundance to keep the land lush.
Bringing the potato to its knees.