The disheveled man
His stained shirt
sticking out
Of his ten sizes
to big trousers
One shoe on, One
shoe off
Stood facing the
wall
His argument with
the wall
Was a
philosophical one
The wall ignored
him
Even worse
The wall would not
look at him
To passers by it
seemed unbelievable
A man talking to a
wall
And the wall
wouldn't talk back
A crowd gathered
For the afternoon
entertainment
No one could
understand
What the man
wanted the wall to say
Impatience grew to
anger in the man
As obscenities
spouted from his mouth
And still the wall
said nothing
After an hour, and
the crowd grew
A woman in red
said the man was crazy
An office worker
uttered the man must be psycho
But all agreed he
wasn't normal
To shout at a wall
Never raising your
voice, always got you a retort
It wasn't
until the little boy pushed
His way to the
front of the crowd
That reality
returned
In his high pitch
voice
The boy said to
the hushed crowd
The wall didn't
answer
Because it didn't
speak English
As the crowd
dispersed
A few spoke to the
solid wall
In their native
tongues
But there was no
reply
And the shouting
man was left alone
To hollow and rant
At a wall that
didn't speak
Any known language.
