A POEM - HOTEL ARIMBI

HOTEL ARIMBI
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.”