An atrosity it be to write the number endlessly
And spend all of eternity to list in its entirety
The very proof of our mortality
The ultimate fatality.
Three point one four's all that I need
Those magic numbers to succeed
The will of the tyrant's dome
The hole he calls a home.
The train of pi rides on and on, never once it stopped,
The Pi in all its glory being photoshopped
To reveal only what lies within the facts,
That the truth cannot be revealed if resorting to haxx.
Do not try to press ~(tilde)
Valve does not own the world.
Enjoy a game of De_Dust
Forget about this truth unfurled
Yet you read on hoping to
find a smidget of the truth
Playing games of every sort
smelling like an old tooth.
Pi simply cannot be attained
Try running after the train
of endless numbers, an elegy
shall be played after thee.
Endlessly time after time
you will fail in your quest to mine
the deppest secrets of time
to find the area of a dime
Has that pleased you yet?
I hope that you forget
To turn off your stove
So that you may join the treasure trove.
Wisdom comes with a price
How about Treasure for your wife?
I swear, it isn't a bad deal,
She can't even provide a decent meal.
Alright, I give, I'll tell you now,
But you must first give a solemn vow,
To never tell, not even a cow,
Lest you be absorbed by a ShamWow.
Three point one four one five nine two six five four tmes ten in the seven trillionth Power.
I hope you're happy.