Malicious Things, Bricks.

Today, I kicked a brick,
An accident, of course,
And after my foot connected,
I yelled myself hoarse.

My little toe was bleeding,
I felt like I'd been shot,
My veins were running fiery,
My blood, with anger, hot.

Yelling at this quite still brick,
Until my dad walked in,
He took one look at my crippled state,
Did nothing but mildly grin.

I felt like yelling: 'WHAT THE HECK!
THIS BRICK ASSAULTED ME!'
But I've the feeling he'd just laugh,
He'd never really see.

Malicious things, house bricks are,
Especially to feet,
So should you and one of them-
Happen to one day meet:

Don't speak, don't listen, just run away,
Silent as the grave!
Bricks, notorious danger zones,
This tip is a life-save.