Sorry about the name-calling brb. It's just that putting other people down in a (possibly) humorous way makes me feel better about myself. Oh yeah, and I wish I could describe the hotel smell, but I don't remember what it smells like exactly. I'll try to get to a hotel sometime soon. Actually, I could tell you what an 80-year-old hotel room smells like: Glade Plug-Ins.

The Parthenon in Greektown

In the back corner (deliberately?)
Someone comments that the walls must be paint-by-number
But wouldn't it be nice to have a view of the sea?
A blue-view. Certainly.
I have a view of the sea
Of people. Swaying and roaring
With the bursts of flame.
People who will be the same when they leave.
My appetite has left, or at least
It is buried.
Oh, do I know you?
Don't do as I do;
My view is blue.