My popsicles are melted. They were accidentally removed from the freezer and left on the shelf of the pantry. It's a sad thing to be, a melted popsicle. It's not like you're a snowflake and when you melt you're a raindrop. No. Without frozen-ness, you are nothing as a popsicle. You're not -sicle anymore, like an icicle that you were. You were never pop. I don't know what made you think you ever had any pop. Not soda-related pop, not boy-band related pop, not snap crackle-related pop. What are you now, without your frozen-ness? Mushy cold sadness with a wooden stick suprise.