Cold Justice?


Cold Justice?

She ran out of the house
It was the ice cream truck
She pulled the pin on the
Hand grenade and threw it at the truck
It went right through the service  
And boom
Ice cream bars everywhere
She picked up an orange dreamscicle
And turned to walk back inside
What the hell lady
Are you crazy?
You know what I am.
I am sick of listening to that.
Every summer.
And all I can think of when I hear it,
Is some pedophile peddling popsicles
And ice cream bars.
So yeah, maybe I am a little crazy
But he had it coming.
People in the neighborhood stood dumbfounded
As she polished off the dreamscicle and walked away
As if it was just another day.
The sound of sirens soon filled the air
Replacing the ice cream truck’s
Now silenced symphony


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