If you can’t do this bit
These triangles, slivers
and the purple haze
You can’t live
The Life of Pie!
You will hurt the ones you love
and they will hurt you
While drunken on fountains of grapes
and laps of orange blossom
Rise in the morning
and grind again
One Hundred.
Copyright 2013, 2016 E Maria Shelton Speller
