The Architect Ode To An Orange Cement Mixer

Ideas become reality in your belly Raw ingredients are added for effect Laboured limbs inject liquid food It begins, sounds signal transformation A cacophony of notes orchestrate A fusion of materials cleverly made Atoms collide as water subsides Dry mixture almost expertly tied Your creation up to imagination Never the master of your own destiny Your loins rhythmic to the fixation Of another genius creating beautifully A mansion, castle or glorified shed All born from your glowing womb Expectations destroyed and met Artistic design from your living tomb