Reflecting On A Wall

Today, i looked at a wall  
And saw a face, i didn't recognise at all  
It returned my gaze, and said this one thing  
If you have an orgasm, try not to sing!  

This puzzled me, to the furthest extreme  
As if i had an orgasm, i'd more likely scream  
But my memory of such things, were in the distant past  
And a scream might sound like singing, but very very fast  
 
So i checked my old diaries, and that kind of thing  
And found a comment, "remember not to sing!"  
It was in my own writing, i was much perplexed  
As i don't remember being, quite so oversexed  
 
So i contacted ex girlfriends, and a one night stand  
One of them had moved, to a far off land  
I asked if they'd moved there out of choice  
She replied no, it was because of my voice!  
 
I screamed, and cried, and lamented, was my voice oh so bad?  
She told me it was more to do, with the fact i was mad  
It would of been okay, if i'd sung ballads, and similar things  
But i screamed like a Banjee, as if strangled by strings  
 
I thanked her profusely, and apologised too  
And considered on whether, i should be caged in a zoo  
But as i was single, and likely to stay this way  
I told the face on the wall, to simply go away  
 
The face on the wall ignored me, for quite a while  
Then opened it's eyes, and began to smile  
You silly woman, you're talking to yourself  
I am just a mirror, hanging on your shelf!  
by Jemia  
 
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