‘Put a brick in the edifice,’

Said the man climbing up the wall.

‘It will reach so high,

It will touch the sky,

Till the day it begins to fall.’

 

‘But what’s the point?’ I enquired,

‘If it ends up being destroyed?’

‘From out of the rubble

We’ll build back the double,

To make sure that we stay employed.’

 

‘That strikes me as strange,’ I replied.

‘Because it will to fall down again;

It’s certain to crumble,

And then take a tumble.

It’s surely a question of when.’

 

‘But time’s of the essence, you see;

We cheer each unbearable crash.

Our repeated rebuild

Means that years will be killed,

And we’ll go on raking in cash.’