My Polar Vortex

harsh winds blow
when i flow
im so ice cold
i froze the mold
kicked santa's ass
out the north pole
im overtaking it
see i run this sh*t
the whole damn globe
under my control
my words blow
frostbiting earlobes
and im the cause
of your runny nose


i drop temps so low
polar bears needs coat
have you walking around
wearing 10 layers of clothes
you got on 3 pair of socks
and still can't feel your toes
i frost car windows
my breeze shake the trees
a whirlwind of metaphors
and similes
a winter chill
giving you a thrill
whispered a wind gush
that makes his eyes lust

make his beast beg
to come inside for the night
want me to keep him warm
wrapped up real tight
and let his faucet drip
so i wont bust his pipe
when i squeeze and freeze
him in a seductive breeze
thats cold and complex
my poetic polar vortex
i spit synaptic snow
and flow fierce flurries
the Icicle Goddess
of Winter's Fury