PIZZA OF DISCONTENT III

If life is like a pie
with a hard crust
but, dug deeper, a meaty filling,
then I ask:
can it be open faced
or latticed
so we know what we’re getting into
before the first cut?

If life is like a pie,
scalding hot,
dangerous to the taste,
and I am the circumference,
flakey and fattening
at the edge,
then can you thank me at least
for protecting you
from those agonizing innards?

If like is like a pie,
and you are like a baker
and I am like a silverware maker
than may I cut the pie
into slices of less severity
so we may all partake partially
in this pizza of discontent?