3.14… to infinity
it forms a circle and line around me,

My circle gets bigger every day,
And it would behoove you to stay away,

Don’t step within the bounds of that line,
You can never come back to what is mine,

You can never play with the things I enjoy right here,
Step into the circle and they’ll be hell to pay my dear,

Your friends told me how you obsessed about this spot,
But not one scribble out of you my sweet—not even a dot.

Else the circle will show you for the cowardly predator you are,
And I’ll finally introduce myself to you for you’ve not truly met me thus far.

Is the circle a metaphor for your asshole?