Pi Day, sittin’ and she feel her stomach vibrate
High wayy up, lucid dreaming in a fly state
Libation is chilled pie on a white plate
And French roast, blowing hot steam sideways

Three — point — one four — point — one five
To the greasy fry diner so that she could unwind
Some kind of wonderful happening that combines
Two similar wormholes to crash, collide

He walks in, knitted hat, 45-degree tilt
From her booth seat, she peeks, feeling sweet guilt
Is he the missing piece to her heart who could be still ?
She stays — “Um, excuse me: May I get a refill ? “

Her third coffee, another cherry pie shell
Dude starts drawing but she can’t quite tell
What it is; so she ax him what it is and she gasped
It’s a picture of both of them, holding hands, wearing masks

Her, a woodland critter — him, a passerine robin
But she wants perpendicular, somebody more obvious
Nothing quite so parallel, beastly in the stature
He could tell she’s a belle who feeds upon disaster

14 MAR 2015 | Copyright © B. Yee
Lyrics from the album, Rougarou, 2015, by BMEDD & Shinobi