The Iceman is Back

The Iceman is back,

His confidence blows the stack.

He knows he's the best,

To hell with the rest.

They couldn't take his place,

Can't even look in his face.

His eyes have looked into the abyss,

He greeted it with one finger and a fist.

He's here to stay,

And only one can make him go away.

But she wants nothing to do with me,

Of me she wants to be free.

I'll be like this until I'm old,

So you better get used to the cold.

The End

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