If These Walls Could Talk

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