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        I am sure

        This was not what I read in the broochure.

        This was more than I could endure.



There was a fire.  Of all this, I am really beginning to tire.

There was a leak gas.  Some time did pass.  

Then, the whole place space did explode.

     I think I'm getting back on the road.

     Outside, did i go.  Then, up did the place blow.

       I could not ignore.  I ran right out the door.  

No money will I pay.  Another place next time I'll stay.

        

     My bags I did pack, and I did ask for my money back.

    That, they refused to do.  Maybe, I'll sue.  Next time, I'm staying someplace new.  

          

     It's also near an airport with planes and

a train line with big, loud, trains.  

I'm really going insane.

   I'm really not fine.

     This motel is right on the interstate.  

There are lots of big, loud, trucks and cars.  

To sleep, I'm really not going far.

     A situation not great.

     This goes on all night.  I can't wait for the daylight.  

     I really have a fright.  I'm going to lose this fight.

     It's not a delight.  

    

  Into my room, a man did break.  I think this trip a mistake.

My wallet and other things he stole.  

I'm not going to accomplish my goal.

The lights went out.  A situation not bright.  

This is'nt my night.

     They did'nt pay their bill.  This is not a thril.

     The heat, not neat.  There's no AC.

    The room above me, see did flood.

        Water all over the floor.

      The windows leak, mud.

     There's a baby in the room next door.  He keeps crying.  I keep whying.

      A fact, I can't ignore.

    All night, he does scream.  I can't dream.

   It's a nightmare.  I don't care.



  The TV see, has no channels, but one.  It's not any fun.   They don't have a radio, no.

     I only have books to take a look.



   The couple next door loves to fight.  

They've been at it, all night.  Sometimes, things they break.

   This motel may have been a mistake.

   Also, things, all over their space they like to throw.  

I think I need to go another place.

  

    I, to the manager want to complain.  

I want to tell him of my pain.

    He, see, just watches TV.  He just seems to care.  

It's like he's not there.  He doesnt want to be there.

    English is not, the language he speaks.  

More help, I'll need to seek.

    

      I feel so alone.

The bed's hard as a rock.  I want somebody with whom to talk.

     Not working is the phone.

     The phone's dead.  All these thoughts in my head.