Have you ever noticed how
ice cream trucks bother people
who grew up with
"Stranger Danger"?
All the signs are there:
unkempt adults
in beat-up vans,
propositioning children.
There are even sweets involved.

So I just about lost
my mind the other day
when I saw a van growling
along the curb like
a poorly maintained grizzly bear
on a tree-lined street,
rust chewing at the body,
an opening in the back,
wicked knives swinging
from the walls.

Sam's Sharpening Service.