ROOM 13
David-Matthew Barnes
You brought me here,
You son of a bitch.
You couldn't stand to be alone.
Lay me down.
You think you're so cool, thick,
Like your wallet.
The carpet is the color of rotten apricots.
I can hear orgasms through the wall.
Scares me a little, to look at you.
I have to go now.
I have a bus to catch.
Thanks for the ashtray.