June Nash

Motel Hell

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Bad week. . . .heck! Whole month was hell!

Get away, budget motel.

No hair dryer, no shampoo.

Bar soap on hair, drip dry do.

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Will not let that make me blue,

A plan, I have, to get through.

Gone all day, walk around town.

Tired now, need to lie down.

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Park outside door, use my key.

The damn thing won’t work for me.

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Nice man work on lock half hour.

Truth is, my mood turning sour.

Says master key works just fine.

Patience snaps!  Bite tongue of mine!

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Silence. . . Workman not cause plight,

Stinking motel, isn’t right.

What should I do, what to try?

What to do?. . . .tears come to eye. . .

–                            – June Nash