Abandoned in My Time of Deep Need

Where were you, Mr. fucking Softee?? Where were you this afternoon? Where were you when I needed you? When it was 96 degrees but felt like 104? Where were you when I, when New York, really could have used a fucking soft serve vanilla cone? I searched every major corner in Soho, but you were nowhere to be found. Damn you. Mr. Softee. Damn you!!!