She woke up upset,
upside down, and
empty.

Only wearing pantyhoes
with holes
and shoes

that didnt fit.
Swore she would
quit,

but, now here
she was
all alone,

all upset,
all depressed,
and empty.

There he was
another 11:00 am
happy hour,

another cocaine line
to devour,
and another whore

to leave
all alone and
empty.

the motel floor
it squeaks,

the motel floor
it squeaks,

the motel floor
it squeaks,

the truth,
it speaks.

01/18/2007

Posted on 01/18/2007
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