4 little lessons

Frozen face, frozen face,
It takes a race to set the pace of pain in my head.
Chew, chew, loud and strong,
show me what it means to chew!
Chew while you can, chew for me,
But don't chew on that fruit tree!
Oh no, too late, and now the race
has more to worry about then clothes on
cold days.

Lord let the law thaw my frozen heart,
To bring the pain which comes from consistently
delighting
in this unsatisfactory candy,

which rots my soul.

-the bard 23/01/06