There are occasions when one hears,
“You are a true brick.”
Others may say “a real brick.”
Of course, the speakers flatter with a metaphor,
For few of us speak to bricks.
Those who address a brick
Assume the brick addressed knows it is a brick.
Otherwise it would be uncommonly stupid,
Even for a brick.
When we describe another who is not a brick
As a true brick or a real brick,
We mean of course that they are solid,
They are true and loyal and dependable,
Sure friends whom we can trust.
If these are our friends due to fatuity
We may say of them
That they are as thick bricks,
Each separately is as thick as a brick,
Or a given number of bricks,
Such as two bricks or three bricks.
We could also compare them with planks.
We may liken them to a barrow of bricks.
But that’s as thick in terms of bricks
As any fool has any right to be,
Even one foolish enough to be a friend.
When we salute a real brick,
A real brick in the literal sense,
Apart from considering our own sanity,
We must consider its patient solidity,
How it will stand in place,
Immured, participating in a wall
For a century or more
Dislodged only by dynamite
Or a great, swinging, iron ball.
Of course we find utility in the brick’s endurance,
Just as we find utility in a silly friend.
There is nought to motivate such folly
Save the gullible character of a fool.
To engage in thankless, endless task,
To dedicate stamina as unfaltering support
Is surely a mark of gross stupidity.
Bricks have no zeal, no discussion,
No apparent evidence is there they enter consideration.
But perhaps on those occasions
When a building collapses,
It may be all its bricks have held a meeting.
One or two of them have thought
To coin a question for the brick assembly:
“Are we men or bricks?”
Bricks, being bricks, are little given to thought,
Even less than men, even less than women,
Many of whom, as we know,
Are stupider than bricks.
So the aftermath of the aforementioned question
Is to render the assembled bricks
Into confused disarray.
It is right then, you see,
To admire the staunch, steady, stupid brick.
For a brick that thinks will tumble,
Or infect other bricks to think and tumble.
Enough bricks thinking
Means widespread tumbling.
And the end of everything.