Poems

Concrete Walls

The art of destruction
Is something well learned
The sound of me breaking
Has never been heard
So take your many secrets
And hide them really well
Your valentines day is over
You’ve got nothing left to sell

My concrete walls are sturdy
You are never getting in
I’ve learned this lesson early
And I’ll use it till my bitter end.
My bitter end.

Number 18 rebar spaced out just right
My walls the perfect height
So go ahead and take that hammer
and make your many holes
I can guarantee with certainty
My walls will hold

My concrete walls are sturdy
You are never getting in
I’ve learned this lesson early
And I’ll use it till my bitter end.

I remember the story
Of the three little pigs
How the wolf huffed n’ puffed
and blew the first two houses down
Beaming with pride
He boasted and he bragged
Big man on campus
Toughest bloke around

My concrete walls are sturdy
You are never getting in
I’ve learned this lesson early
And I’ll use it till my bitter end.

Well Mr. Wolf
You have met your match
I am the third little pig
And you aren’t breakin down my latch

My concrete walls are sturdy
You are never getting in
I’ve learned this lesson early
And I’ll use it till my bitter end
My bitter end.

 

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