I aspire to lay a brick, Fortune fleed and they obstruct Who was there to give trick On what they will never construct?
And now shattered, a dream Of no lyric or tune With no one even to beam To its dying brim. Thus, it trods on a trill ton.
But what's been my offence? This, peradventure, baked the hitch. Even leaning on the high fence, I see aught and have zero to pitch. Where then dwell the rich?
They did murder my hope In a blink of an eye; Entangling me with a rude rope, Coercing from my lip a brutal bye. Bye to those they will soon dye.
In a vast void of time, We lullabied a song With no device though it rhymes, By now, it is a dong. What a loony lime!
I aspire to lay a brick, Fortune fleed and they obstruct Who was there to give trick On what they will never construct?
Even if I scream, They will sweep the dream! Societal creams Are cogs in a rim.