young prose

infinite nights spent in countless rooms repeated
unalienable rights broken down and left defeated
fluffed pillows, linen hand towels
and a sickness found in bedsheets
minimum wage payments made for the upkeep

a man’s existence reduced to room service and pay-per-view
a king or two doubles, please sir, you choose
with regard to the room key, is one preferred or two

a simple wake up call is not enough
for the mind to stay woke
methamphetamine doses in the morning
call it a prescribed sense of hope