B-1078

B-1078

B-1078 was the room that she slept in.
Her footprints would bleed their mud and grime
Into the brown carpet.

The old maids who cleaned would always bitch about the dirt
And the scattered male underwear on the floor.

But the woman in B-1078 was a sorceress
Who didn’t care about propriety and old maids.
A sorceress who lived for the night,
A sorceress no man would ever touch.

The sorceress in B-1078 was actually quite mad
And bought male underwear in packages
And dumped it on the brown carpet
And danced around the holy virgin briefs.

The woman in B-1078,
Blew her brains out with a pistol,
One night in B-1078.
And the next morning the old maids
Bitched about the blood and casual sex.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 1983
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED