The Room

Four walls spotted
With dingy filth from the workers
Blue drip sanitation its only defense
Someone has scratched the word love into the wall
But who on earth could love someone in this room?
Maybe it was just something pleasant to say
In an unpleasant time
To make someone feel loved
Or maybe not
Fire sprinklers hang from the ceiling
They look like dust covered spurs from a cowboy boot
Red wax in their center waits for the temperature to climb
So it can melt and extinguish the flames with cool comical...