Cold Comfort

A tree. With snow. Because winter.

Now is the winter of our malcontent
His frostbitten words ring blue
A glass half frozen
Never boils.

Now is the midnight of our summer's dream
Sheets of ice are cold comfort
Like a blanket of snow
We're all suffering here, buddy.

Now is the basement of our restraint
You can put a sock in it
And a reading lamp
What would Eeyore do?

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