Run-Down Motel Poem by Lamar Cole

Run-Down Motel



He was living in a run-down motel.
Everywhere there were bad smells.
Hookers were doing their business everywhere.
While their pimps were trying to put into them a scare.
He heard police sirens just about every night.
A knock at the door would sometimes cause him fright.

Sunday, February 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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