Written by C Hues
April 11, 2023
Thin walls make good gossip. All other’s secrets are yours to own. At night, or early morning, You can hear the hedonists scream, In a crowd, alone— Shouting about nothing, While you miss another dream. You hear a friend from church, And then look out your window. You stop and pause a second, to turn your ear to all the info. Thin walls make good gossip. You tell a friend from church, And eye the stained-glass window. You are a friend from hell, And rumors start to spread. Your thin walls were to blame, Not you or what you said. One day, you argue with your spouse. You raise your voice a tone, Next Sunday in your pew— Your secrets aren’t your own. You hear that you’re a hitter, And your marriage is on the rocks. Who knew? Your house has thin walls too, Golly gee, what a shock.