Sew-sigh-it-e

On and off,
you can't make
up your mind.
Rain or shine.

The beat is gone,
but you still make
your move.
This isn't write.

The ingredients
are lost, but you continue
to bake your sweets.
It's poison pi.

You don't know
who you're doing
where yew are
why you're hear.

You just do what
they dew;
how they due it.
Out of fear.