The crust, An indicator That a pie is about to end. I admire At the back And at the bottom. A slice of pie? Sending Infectiously, starts at the sting. Very very itchy, Very wettery. The opposite of dry air. A birthday pie with Birthday candles, News. Need a mask, right? A masks for trash. A patch of grass, need A masks! A masks! Being sure everything's Good and safe from a slice, Which amounts to Luck and Amounts to humanity Someone, Something Has stolen, Has gifted, And admired. Couldn't rest 'cause of A Masks! A Masks! A Masks!... Now. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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