The Pyramid Poem by Alfred Ramos

The foundation was a bitch
But I just had an itch
All those perfectly cut stones
And the need to hide some bones
An engineering feat to roll them up the hill
Careful, one mistake could cause an awful spill
Placing them in an orna(mental) design
What was going through my mind?
Each level after became a tumultuous task
Where did I get such an idea you might ask?
Through determination and toughness each phase was complete
I would go down in history for this gargantuan feat
Finally with the last stone in place
I have the best view of the entire human race
And what may seem a bit odd
I feel I can almost touch God