life pie

dogs in bowls, fish in cages
birds in spinning wheels
when you're plumb out of joie de vivre
you care not how it feels

listen, smell, and run hands over
seeking hidden cracks
the only time you smile is when
security is lax

the sun is on the parapets
the moon is in the john
the daughters are a-laughing
at the current goings-on

one can scream, protest and balk
it matters not a bit
sometimes the pie life gives you
will still taste just like shit