Archi Life Studio

The smell of glue
Permeates through the air
Burnt Styrofoam bits
Are scattered on chairs

Stains on piles of papers
Coffee spills on cement floor
Silent solemn ambience
A constantly closed door

A group of students
Bent over work
Bursts out laughing
As one suddenly twerks

His headphones in
He shakes some more
To the song in his ear
“Get down on the dance floor!”

For models they make
Due archi life class
They will remain working
Tireless

As they will
For the rest of their life
If not what they love
They will suffer with strife

As it should be
In this life so
It’s best not to halt
But keep on the plough

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