This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/reality-is-no-sweet-pie/

"A cool winters night,

Mothers homemade pie --
Such a delight,
My eyes can't deny

My stomach full,

My words can't pull
The sounds together -- null.
As her love displayed a baking lull...

And I don't dare complain,

Nor use my stringed-together words in vain.
For there are less-fortuned in pain,
From those treacherous hunger pains.

Some live harsh and quickened lives,

They lack the love, and sweet surprise,
Some live on war-torn soil,
Forlorn from fallout and government toil --

Wishing and dreaming of Mothers pie,

On their own plate, that their eyes can't deny.
For the reality that meets their eyes
Is more chilling than a cool winters night --
Lacking of a sweet, lulling, lullaby

...because reality is no sweet pie."