Architecture

Hired roman columns broke the mold for the best yet unseenThey held my four fingers high as I inhaled deep breathes of mold,

Maybe it was mildew

Can't say that I cared much for those buildings built back in the day

The Romans killed people for their government and their columns

Seven strong singles for one night of work on the old liver my dear child

Can't we be excused dear Romans from that dead world I really don't care about?

Not the dead, that is, but dead enough that they need to stand on a column and shout -

"We're back here! We sold you that flask of rum! And now we need to recycle the glass!"

Go be a pirate you scoundrel from the days when they devised Republic

But I can't stop looking at you and wondering how you got so big