I wrote this poem nearly three years ago for English class. My friend encouraged me to

post it. It’s a sexual poem about the existence of the pie.

-Ying

Existence of Pie

Compressed tightly on metallic pan,

Hardening, the crust emerged,

Swathing the velvety lemon meringue,

Crowned by golden, succulent nectarines,

With ruby currants on the zenith.

Regal in stature, basking in splendor,

Flawless, prominent, as members followed,

The fulfillment of pure consolidation,

Exceeding, reigning, deifying,

A picture of sheer perfection.

Gradual deterioration, weakening,

Divided amongst foes, shimmered down.

Where is the glory? The supremacy?

Remnants are devoured. Void.

Succumbing to oblivion….