If These Walls Could Talk

Written by: Joy Wellington

I wish these walls would talk
        Of your slavery in the dark
They would tell your throat’s pain
         The countless times you remain 
Talking throughout the night
         Entertainer of the prized fight
Your buttons they push and poke
         You overworked entertaining bloke
You are expected to carry the news
         Tell the stories of the famed and abuse
If the walls that house your tired brain
         Could talk how tired you are and lame
Then maybe someone would show pity
         Allow you to rest so you could feel pretty