Motel Room - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Motel Room

She plays just
Outside the door
Of the motel room
That once used to
Host tourists but
Now charges obscene
Rates to people who
Don’t have a down payment,
The necessary credit,
Connections,
Breaks in life,
To live anywhere else.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer