out of earthquake
bricks, conflagration
straw and fire sticks.
Took a break (well-laid)
in foundational rut, stood
far enough back and shelled
the whole place with
mortar and such,
and
the whole thing fell up!
Flew together at once.
A mansion for two,
in our minds we trust,
in our hearts we've flown,
in our beings we screw
as bored we lay down,
we've papered all walls
with our painted cries
and sticky smiles, and
pouty frown. Such house
we have built to the last,
and we'll crowd all cozy
and fast, as we are
allowed.
To this wonderful welcome
door, we come in.
All the wolves
in the world
at our backs
can stew! As soon as we've
got the chimneys in.
The supplier says
give me a week or two,
you guys. You sure
you're contracting
this thing yourself?
Show 'nuff. That's
the ways we were
always wise too late
to change all the locks
and stuff.
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