Sometimes large sometimes small, this den of sin has it all.
Multiple stories with numbered doors, cocaine dealers and dirty crack whores.
Marijuana smoke catch a whiff or two, lowlife huffers sniffing glue.
By the week or by the day, a place to sleep if you can pay.
Shouts of terror and gun report, domestic assaults with mirror line snort.
Deviant desires to satiate, perverts of all stripes congregate.
Drugs aplenty, needles and pills, fuel STDs with sexual thrills.
This place of mystery has whatever you need, weirdo sex and crystal speed.
Stolen goods flourish here, cigarette butts and rot gut beer.
At first view “a glimpse of hell” is normal routine at the “no-tell motel.”