Built To Break To Batter Cake

When Order builds to Form,

a stable will be seen,

not the lurch of being told,

destroy for every bring.

Casting pearls before the Clam,

the shell would ask the sea,

I made the oyster bay to say,

the jewels will be the string.

A Neck laced Crown,

the brain to crowd,

a mindful taste to speak,

with simple words to leap.

Stoning breaks the bones to spill,

the blood upon the beach,

sands of grain that role of came,

a multiple of Shores today.

The craft of which is chosen pitch,

the mortar of the clay,

a cracking egg to fiddled spake,

the Chicken of the Sea.

Cruising lines of past in kind,

the Captain invited dinner time,

to share the table with whom designed,

an evening chart as lead.

Discussions came from sitting plain,

across from wise the deep,

the flavor of the conversed tug,

made better fun to keep.

Tradition demands a friendly land,

to save the Redwood Tree,

for if the wealth is burrowed pelts,

the growth will suffer reap.

To grove the forest for the sake,

of paper, food and air,

makes more sense to keep it dense,

to hide the tribal prayer.

Vastly said to not all read,

a Tribe in lost is here,

clearly out of Wares from stare,

construction has it's years.

Bottom lines anchored finds,

to Past and Futuristic kinds,

written chiming riddled diming,

a Cast is whole to Steer.

Unabashed to communicate last,

decide was a difficult mass,

digesting every spear.

This ends upon the trashed in can,

'cause standing is a better hand.