Pi

When ink and pen in hands of men inscribed your form, bibedal P

They draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability

No ice could ever soak in all the places you annoint

And yet to see you all at once we only need the point

Flirting with infinity your geometric progeny

That fit inside you oh so tight with triangles that feel so right

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Your ever-constant harmony says flaw is discipline

The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin

And if our transcendental lift should find a final floor

Then man will know the death of God where wonder was before

Yeah, I know this pi **** backwards and forwards

Check it out

Bip bi-di-di

I did 3 chicks then I pointed at the door

A girl entered in so that made it 4

I snapped one time in came another 5

Add 'em all up and that makes 9

The average age 26.5

Now that's what I call gettin' some pi

5 of the chicks wore 6-inch heels

2 of the 9 squealed like seals

514 was the area code

Quebec, Canada my winter abode

And my 1.3 million dollar chalet

Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day

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