At colonial pool and spa inn
Where the rates are low And where for most time moves slow A place of lost reputation rising on a tide of sin Where the American Dream got dropped in the motel trash cart That now street walkers plunge for discarded treasure And those trapped in this bottomless pit battle hunger for sure Residents at the Inn desperately seek a fresh start But this place must grind you down The old, the infirm, the addicts, the children, everyone has been sold out At the colonial Inn you might hear them shout For fuck-sake stay out of this side of town |
AuthorI retired about 5 years ago. I had been in the Mental health industry for my whole working life. I put my spare time into art, writing and photography with mixed success. I found that I had a great capacity to be idle and I would love to teach this to other people. The opportunity to spend this amount of time together as family in these modern times is rare. I will miss my older kids and Buddy and my close friends. Archives
December 2016
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