Ice and Sugar A rigid, frigid and gelid man like me Was churned and crushed by your machines Your lithe blades cuts through the ice Snowy remains of mine picked up thrice (Read full piece in caption) Stuffed into a plastic glass I can’t move, I have reached an impasse You pour the sweet colourful liquids Viscous, diabetic sugar that got you addicted To gourmandize on myriad of delicacies I offer Your crispy lips kiss me and drink the sweet water
