Terror lives in the local ice cream parlor

I’ll take the chocolate flavor
swirled with peanut butter —

No sir, not of heights, not one bit,
neither the Moon’s whip on the tide,
nor taking a little tumble with Gravity.
wanna see the amethyst ribbons on my knees? 

What?
Oh, yeah; uh, on a cone,
(Thanks) —

But, you know, sir,
talking to strangers might make me,
and not only are they teeming close in every seat and space;
they’re the ones who drove me here.

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