A piece of pie
High in the sky
Burnt little lump
Mounts of leaves
High as the knees
Dead like a stump
Wait wait
Wait wait
Wait some fucking more
Wait on the street
Wait in the snow
Wait till you grow, outgrow
outgrow life
outgrow time
outgrow the slime
learn to eat
that piece of pie
with a slice of lime
you know,
wait till you learn to make lemonade or something.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar