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
Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2012
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