The Poetry Game (Round 1)!

"A Poem, because I Can't Sleep (now)" 

by El Williams III

Behind the "Mighty Mo"
rises an attractive hotel
positioned to pay 10 times more
a compliment
than the insipid stream deserves

Elevated in luxury
(or what working folk would consider luxury)
the prying eye
is always
sucked into considering
what's on the outside

Soiled, but serene,
like bitter poetry
from the heartbroken,
the liquid flows
on and on

Soiled, but serene.

They never could understand
how something so natural
such as
God's work
or our love
could be contaminated

And neither could we,
but it's there.