Oscars Pie Shop.

Monsters and Zombies

Met the other day

At Oscars Pie Shop

On the corner of Main

Sat around laughing

At the absurdity of things

Who looked the best

In a pair of Chinos

In walked the Hippies

The Bikers

Sal from the coffee shop

Alice who never wore underwear

Joined in the conversation

Ordered Pie

Milk

And for Sal anything but Cappuccino

Everyone thought it was a strange group

To meet at a Pie shop

In the morning hours

After the end of the world

Hippies were trying to understand

What hipsters were

And why they weren’t

That

Zombies remember not being zombies

Which is unusual

As Zombies usually do not remember

Not being zombies, or anything for that matter

Monsters considered they were in purgatory

Pie was a metaphor for trying to comprehend the afterlife

That they were only monsters to others

They were really misunderstood

Oscar came out of the kitchen

Bringing a trey of blueberry cobbler

Sat down with the customers

To tell a story

Where once he found

Fame and fortune

Making pies

For the king and queen

Of a small country at the end of forever

Dishing out sweets

And garnishing praise

A king amongst kings they did say

He began to think

That he was so special

No one would ever eat cookies again

Forget about cake, pie ruled the day

King he did realize

Pies were a threat

Sent Oscar to the end

Where this story is told

Where Hippies and Bikers and Zombies and Monsters

Eat really good pie at the end of the world

Sent by their king to consider their plight

All victims of excess and greed

And what of the poet

With pie a la mode

Pencil in hand

Observing the scene

Let’s just say

We all look for meaning

And a good piece of pie

At the end of the road.