Was what it said on the mirror,
But that was as classy as it got,
And the mirror must have been
From another age, better days.
Now there was a ripped and stained sheet,
Draped over the window,
And a dead lizard hung from a nail.
Cigarette burns in the bedding,
And blood and probably cum smeared on the wall.
I sat there on the mattress, thinking,
“well, this’ll do just fine for a night or two.”