Walls
I sit and stare, at the walls,But they choose not to stare back.
Oh no, those walls just look away and laugh,
Like flirting gramar-school girls.
Making silly jokes about the substitute teacher's bald spot.
But I know, yes... I know they are looking,
Because I am right here, still sitting,
Staring at those clever little walls, waiting...
To catch them staring right back.
B.T.R
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