Your Wall

Your wall is painted pink,
The brightest that I've seen.
No cracks or flaws about it,
Where you store your memory.

Filled with posters of the famous,
Magazine cut-outs of the richest elite.
Boys in the bands, you love them all
Meeting one would be a treat.

You've got self-defence tactics
In the rare case of a fight.
When dealing those punches,
You've got to move right.

But best of all are the pictures
But not the ones of new trends
Empty space you fill
With pictures of friends

So let me say it, friend:
I'm proud to be
Right there on your wall,
For everyone to see.