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The Least Boring Beige
This room stinks of
Expensive cigarettes and cheap port
And the sweetly sour reek
Of multiple orgasms from multiple women
A bloodstain on the sheets
I know wasn't from me
One of them waits by the phone
And tomorrow will tell me she didn't
Another wishes she didn't care
Another truly does not
Thankfully the smoke detector is broken
But so is the fan
When on, it blows too hard
Leaving the room ice cold in the depths of summer
Scattering dust over the cereal boxes
When off the stagnant air
Sticks like a slimy film
Preventing even the best efforts to sleep
Without the sweet aid of too much alcohol
Ah, but like I often say
Life is best with experience of all kinds
And this room is truly pregnant
with such potential.
