A poem about what a brick might want to be...

Louis Kahn asked the brick what it wanted to be, 

The brick turned around and said Hey, you talking to me?

His eyes were wistful when He said to the brick, 
'If you were and arch would it do the trick?'

The brick looked low when I passed by, 
I said 'hey dear brick don't be so dry'

'An arch is much too tedious So don't be flustered, 
You can be anything you like and you shall be plastered!'

The brick said 'why?' 'Why do you want me to toil,
When I can take the easier way outAnd just remain top soil...'