Out in the cold

The numbness of my toes gives my bladder an unknown urgency
and whenever it snows, there's an annoying old ache
in the joints of my knee.
I gotta go, I gotta go, creating designs in the soft white snow.

I shake hands with my armpits and give myself a hug
while dreaming of down comforting
in a cottage nice and snug.
Steaming hot cocoa would be much better to greet
than the steam I find rising down there by my feet
But I had to go, had to go, making dents in yellow snow.

My zipper might stick but as long as the prickling
sensation leaves my fingertips,
Oh, how I will be content raising those spirits to my lips.

It seems like miles to go before I'm home,
back from the track nature called me to roam.
Following the trail of a carriage
out passe a snowy field.
Here, they've gone a bit deeper.
I wish I had seen the man yield
As he gazed out upon this frosty scene.
To climb up in his cab would've been so serene.
Oh, how grand to sit in his place
away from the witch's tit against my face.
In a comfy chair by a fire, falling fast asleep
But there are so many miles and the snow is so deep.

Too busy at business to hitch a ride,
because of the call of nature
I was left by the road side.