Walls In a Motel
These walls in a motel.
The stories they could tell.
If they could communicate,
wouldn’t that be great?
Who is doing it to whom?
The couples in each room.
The walls could describe their activity.
Walls don’t know the meaning of privacy.
Their descriptions of the erotic
would be terrific.
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