Talking Walls
I just took a half fifth of E&J to the neck. Now as the liquor burns my throat and
my head starts to spin the walls begin to talk to me. They say you say you love
life so why are you cutting yours short. With all the smoking, drinking and the
losing of your temper you going to have a stroke and die before you’re forty. I
cover my ears trying to block out the voices of the talking walls, but instead of
muffling the voices my hands over my ears seem to amplify the talking walls. If
you don’t change your ways you’ll never live to see your son become a man or
your daughter become an independent woman the walls tell me. I scream out
shut up and then I past out to sleep. As I awake the next morning I see my puke
all over the walls, but it’s not just puke it’s a message telling me the walls last
night told me the truth when they talked to me.
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