Hotel Rooms

Room after room,
But all the same.
Dirt grime,
Filth and decay.
To large paintings.
And itchy old blankets.
Nights of ramen,
Nights of nothing.
In one months time,
Nothing has changed.
Still room after room,
Day after day.
Dirt, grime,
Filth and decay.
Tight little spaces.
Large odd paintings.
Itchy old blankets.
In one weeks time,
Hope comes knocking.
A home around the corner,
Hope has arrived.
Like smiling fools,
They accepted unknowing.
In three days time,
The truth comes out.
The floors are rotten,
The doors cardboard.
The fridge falling apart,
The pipes underneath strewn everywhere.
Their dream was a home,
But what they got wasn't even close.
Sleeping on floors,
Barley getting by.
Their happy dream,
Turned upside down.