Ice Cream

Mesmorized by the hind quarters of an ice cream bar
does my mind wander to places far and wide
where no soul can soon confide
in this great place where I can hide -

I cannot even contimplate such words of hate -
sated by saturated bait so very late -
for in this bliss, the skies I kiss
and no one soul can this soul miss

Oh thoughts please leave this weary mind
so it can find both peace and time
to gather thoughts for other things
and give those tasks mercury's wings