When you have nothing left and nowhere home
You come to it - the last resort
It's saddening, but it's okay -
It's your last hope to keep you sane.

But madness, and insanity
Breaks into your soul within
As you savour this last hope,
Which is bent inside your whole

It is troublesome, but dainty -
Satiates your wish for plenty
Gives you hope to still live on
Simply ice-cream for your soul.

Bit too withered, but it's full
Enough of half-reeked-out sinew
To keep bound the saddened truths
With a hearty madmen truce.

Ice-cream should be proud and rule:)