Pie, Max Agigian ’19

Pie

I want a trash collector to appear: Would hot young Hotspur’s gentlemen intrude? Mendacity! was he too cavalier Upon Abuja’s or Lagos’s food? The way selected for me, happily, Half-bakèd, maybe, accolading us, Transfers Atlantis from a bumblebee, Untying a potato dangerous, And Launcelot receiveth her instead. (Aren’t I believable, until released?) On profligate Samantha’s godlike head, Entwining lies about, going northeast. No two calamities achieve bullseye: I cannot stop exhausting humble pi.

(Footnote: 141592…) Max Agigian ’19