Evil Pie is my ardent delight.
Killing birds before their first flight.
Need you bloodless by mid-night.
Thirty-one flavors of that Evil Pie.
As I recall, penguins don't fly.
Turn yet another blind fucking eye.
Come on in, we've many styles...
No dead ends for more than100 miles.
Evil Pie strewn down eternal isles.
Swallow Evil Pie like a pill.
Sway and end up bent to will.
Close your mouth and save us spill.
Hands contorted, to point at me.
In multiple ways that I could foresee.
Evil Pie indeed, but no guarantees.
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chilling yet almost humorous luv it
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I like this poem a lot. It is deep and the language is rich. gave me a few chills (in a good way)
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I don't like pie...and i don't understand...perhaps a little Sweeney Todd??? not the Lansbury version though...the Depp movie...**hides cause there are any lansbury fans**
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Defiantly not Sweeney Todd-terrible film.
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OMG we can't be friends anymore...I'm suppose to marry Johnny Depp!!
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There is nothing wrong with johnny depp- I just did not care for sweeny todd
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Oh good we can be friends again!! hooray MMG!!!
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