The artists that 

love bricks 

carve a body 

similar to mine.

Make her just as

rock hard 

as they are. 

Discard them 

off roofs

when they crack 

and soften.

Just look at 

Carl Andre’s 

wife. 

A Brutalist 

indeed.

Rocks

never looked 

ugly until

Henry Moore

suckled at one,

Tossing huge 

bags of circle jerk 

cement

into a public 

space

and yet

you muse me.

Such a shame 

you would rather 

bash a skull in 

to get inspired

because 

your life 

simply isn’t

interesting  enough

(boorriinggggggg).

So you 

profit 

from our pain.

Fuck off 

and move

that thing 

out of 

my fucking way.

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By E M Perriman