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You swear your word is solid
as a silver serving spoon
Well, why does it always feels like
another mis-spoken dog day afternoon
		Hotter than July
in the middle of June
		Cast iron sky
	making fainting hearts swoon
Butter pecan words
all dressed up in their Sunday best lie
Preaching our turn to live the good life
will come in the bye and bye
But now ain’t the right time to be asking why
Melted ice cream promises
	dripping on our hand 
Dripping between the fingers
Two scoops of empty hope given again
Mint chocolate chip words,
supposedly solid as a silver dollar
Ain’t nothing but soft I Scream jingle heard,
making us wanna wipe our hands off around your collar
A gallon of Vanilla bean utterances
all packed down in a pint-sized box
		Truth freezer ain’t working though ... 
just more soft sugar cone lies given to the poor
Saying you don’t have to feed the muzzled ox
Though laboring all day,
we shouldn’t be given minimum wage pay
Melted ice cream promises
	dripping down on our hand,
giving everyone sticky fingers
But please understand,
	we ain’t the ones doing the stealing
Stolen dreams, stolen hope — 
Two more scoops of soft black walnut can’t-cope
		It’s hotter than July
in the middle of June
Melted ice cream promises
dripping   ...   dripping   ...   dripping
from your silver spoon
Give me two more scoops of my favorite I Scream
Melted ice cream of broken promise dreams,
giving us Rocky Road nightmares
But you still swear
you really do care
You still profess,
		you silver-tongued devil,
	how generous you are,
as we keep getting less

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