Sugar Coated

One of my gifts

Is best served cold


If you inhale my gift

Your brain will freeze


If you let it linger

It will melt


Sticking to everything

While attracting flies


If you use the wooden stick

Provided to you

You will receive splinters


If you use a spoon

I pray your tongue freezes to it


I can dish out 3 scoops

Of rocky road


Before you even realized that

You got served


I am like a diabetic entrepreneur

Ice cream truck driver


Only a single taste

Of my own medicine


Leaves my decayed teeth trembling

And frozen in my Moose Tracks



The moral being…


Before you could dish it out

It must have been forced down your throat.


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