Recently my wall began talking
Calling itself the Archduke Ferdinand
Giving itself airs and eating too much
My wall percolates coffee at night
But it should be sleeping
It hits on the roof and on the floor
It buys bespoke suits
Only to hang them in the closet
Unused and magnificent
You are a wall.
You should know better.
No. I am the Archduke Ferdinand;
I am also the giant Atlas
I am building portfolios
You cannot sleep here.