Midnight Munch

If you've ever had a shot of Everclear

With Clorox and coffee to chase,

Or room temp wine with bitters

And an extra charity case

And split the difference between ourselves

Knowing we play money in teams the same

The only tolerance we do not share

Is just then just ice cream taste.

Like firecracker-purple healthy burgers

And blind eye apple lodge cysts

All the prickle pined context pieces

Makes no bull ticking monday loving sense.

A spoonful of green tomato paste

In a raw egg white and cereal smoothie

If I ever mixed dairy and nightmares

That's what an ice cream flavor would be.