Bury My Head In Ice Cream

Being of unsound mind

And extremely

Stressed body,

I hereby declare

That I wish

To be buried

In ice cream.

That might not be

A typical

Last request,

But at the moment,

It’s exactly

What I need.

Truth be told,

All

I could

Think of today,

When I was

Finally able

To clear

My cluttered mind

Of stressful thoughts,

Was going home

And burying

My head

In a giant bowl

Of ice cream.

Didn’t care

About the flavor.

There just needed

To be

An abundance.

To say

I was stressed,

Would be

Like Saying

Trump

Is a

Bad President.

When the dark clouds

Come for me,

And the storm

Prepares to strike,

Ice cream

Is

My umbrella.

It might not

Be able

To stop the rain,

But it can keep

My head dry

While I eat.

Comfort food

Is a terror

On my waistline,

But tell that

To the vein

Pulsing

Like a

Time bomb

In my forehead.

Bury

My head

In ice cream

Before

It explodes!

Ask not

What you

Can do

To make

It better.

Just ask

What toppings

I want

On my

Ice cream.

Everyone

Deals

With stress

Differently,

But my way,

Face first

Into a

Bottomless bowl

Of ice cream,

Is the right way.