Random thoughts 3

Freehand nightmare ice cream social
Turns to ugly infighting quarrel
First the nuts fly then the fudge
The pineapple fronds cut the cheek
Of a passing cop on his way to assault the legal rights of an Inuit gardener
Frigid cream and ladled cherries
Glass shard bowls and broken jawbones
Hurled hurled against the angry jukebox wall

When the brawl is down the hall aways I flee for the comfort of my car
The taste for ice cream done

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