The fog rolled in like a concrete truck
With old ideas, just my luck.
The sultry blonde wasn’t a fraud
She was clearly just a broad.
Abroad there seemed more innovation
But precious little in this nation.
So I asked her as she hit on me
“Why’s innovation dead in masonry?”
She paused and told me “tuck point and blow
Your naiveté out and show
The way our industry works with bricks
We don’t like new-fangled tricks.”
There’s tort law, and there’s building code
Academics, researchers, designers showed.
“Leave twenty bucks on the boudoir
And I’ll help you solve this mystery noir”.
Masonry Innovation was clearly dead
And it was stuck in my head
To figure out why history stopped
And this clichéd mystery quickly flopped
Against inertia of status quo
It was on me to cleverly show
How innovation wasn’t dead:
There’s a better way to build instead.
Make a roof, a dome with block
Triangles that interlock.
A better mousetrap must be shown
To be better than what is known.
A better brick will solve this case
Better buildings will save some face
Of innovation in a conservative
Industry with much to give.
New ideas on solid footing
The proof of it is in the putting
One better brick atop the other
Mystery solved, believe it brother.