Truths

A brick in the hand is worth two in the
Bush league masons don't stack
Up, up and away in my beautiful
Balloon frame construction is just a bunch of
Sticks, honey we live surrounded by
Rednecks make the best
Moonshine lights up my
Moonlit dome disdains All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human
Veins, so vain I bet you thought this poem's about you
you're so vain.