The Motel I Used To Know

 
Tis' where corn sized craters  
in tattered gums give way  
to putrid breath twixt yellow teeth  
that falls upon crows feet  
on the faces  
of sick children  
that lay on mattresses  
devoid of their stolen sheets  
 
That rotten oxygen of  
satanic breath  
released  
neath' street lights flickering  
 
Exhaust ports pour out  
of hosts of slithering feet  
that wobble  
along the cracked concrete  
and  
adjacent twisted roads  
straddled by critter filled weeds  
 
Characters  
characterized by woes  
mumbling about their latest  
drug quality being so low  
oh, how they groan  
where I used to roam  
in my youth's stupor