Super 8 Brothel

I couldn’t bear

To hear the sounds

Of women being

Capitalized, monetized

I couldn’t stick around.

I drove about a hundred more

Miles.

I wouldn’t mind,

If it was legalized

So that maybe

They could be protected

In a court of law.

Sleep?

I could barely breathe

Listening to these women

Cut each other down

Trying to make themselves

The top girl around.

Who knew

Super 8’s had such thin walls

And such competition

In each room

Not enough tv sound

To drown out the

Rape of decency,

The most garish flaw

In human nature–

A lack of respect

For each other.


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