Tell me why, if We’re all I In a Charlie Brown Pumpkin pie Patch in the sky I Each a small piece of the pie I Some a flaming cherry pie Some a Georgia peach or Perfect plum pudding pie Perhaps a strawberry Sweet potato or crumbled apple pie I You a poached peach pie Together- we’re a mixed metaphor whatever for Pie.
All sharing the same awareness In all fairness No one can define this thing called awareness. Is Awareness the isness of you Is isness the business of God Is God in the business of defining A color by number world Too much blue in the sky pie A little less green in the scene please
Could Awareness exist To let you decide What kind of I-pie To die pie To be a pie guy Or a gal pie Or pie gal Goldie locks or Goldie Hawn big bad wolf Or Genghis Khan
Now hear me out If you were God What would you do with infinity?
Got it! Without a doubt Better bake a pie This proves God is a woman. But you already knew that. My explanation quite reasonable My logic unarguable Once again The proof is in the pudding pie You should never argue with a woman. Guy! But, God reserves the right To change her mind So next time around She could make a different pie Bigger pie, better pie Or perhaps no pie at all. She’ll bake a cake. Or build a boat For God’s sake.