An Ode to the Ice Cream Truck

No tune conjures images of summer
quite like the tune of an ice cream truck
rambling through the neighborhood
beckoning sugar-addled children
to come and get their fix.

No tune conjures up images of self-combustion
quite like the tune of an ice cream truck
idling outside my house for – an – hour
beckoning me to contemplate murder
mass frozen-deserticide.

la di da da dum, la di da da dum

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