ICE

by Nevada Kerr


You came to grief
In the early fall
Took the plunge
To watch me crawl

Killing sweet time
It turned to winter
You went down fast
I began to splinter

It's the bright and early skid row dash
Of gutter prone ghetto trash
We tremble for the lash
Clutching cold petty cash

Redneck rowdy ill-bred hick
Democratic working stiff
Sweatshop groaning
Drudge and drone
Our melting dreams
Run true to form

Woebegone
We steal the show
Your straight face bends
In a dismal glow
My junky hands turn blue
Cutting powdered snow


Written by © Raven Drake
June 28, 2005.

Created: May 2005 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/8/05