Apocalypse and Ice-cream

Just now he called me his pistacchio ice-cream.

The white lid of the Ikea trash can is sitting next to me
It's my weapon of choice, in case the zombie apocalypse happens.
There are so many things one can do with a large metal lid.
It has a nice firm handle on it for starters.
I could bang it on the wall, that would surely scare off something
Or just amuse myself, or I could use it as an umbrella
Or a plate, I could even cook on it, then put off the fire.
It would make an excellent shield, if needed.

I'm optimistic about the zombie apocalypse
As long as I have my big white trash can lid.

And I'm optimistic about life
As long as he keeps calling me names.