Icing on the Street

Yeah you, the tricky one

invisible until I skid out of control

wheels going where you want them to

laughing while I am  in shock

slick and shiny when met up close

Frigid to place a hand on

Yet soothing in a drink

Ruthless and terrifying

Causing closures everywhere

Destroyer of travel, of working

You seem to have control…

There is someone who wants to take your place

And I clap my hands when the light comes out

Your solid form is liquified, just a puddle

Feet stomp on you!

And I clap my hands when the light comes out

Because that’s the end of the icing on the street.

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