If he wants to lick me up
Or eat me like a Popsicle,
That's his business.
I came from his freezer after all.

He bought me on sale
And brought me home,
Put me in his ice box cooler
Before I melted.

So whether I dissolved otherwise,
Or disappeared in the frost free compartment,
Or he larrupped me up,

I was designed to be consumed.
And it is finished.

-jenn