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.