1-800-Holiday where politicians check-in for that 1 hour stay. Where the women have more rates than the rooms and seldom are they brides, or grooms. where the men are politicians the women are whores, and only the media knows what goes on behind those doors. Nary a day when they don't meet some nice young hooker from the street. Be it Tosha, Kate, or Victoria, as long as it's euphoria- and how fast into this euphoric fix the crooked politicians throw their dicks. And as soon as 3pm turns to 4, they zip their fly, pay, and walk out the door. c
Reason for writing:
I was on drugs again, and I got really angry at politicians, and I was staring at this holiday inn pen, so I just started to write about them both.Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by charley, pisces.