a worn out mattress
a sad, sullen smile
a hole in the ceiling
where it was missin' a tile

her cold little shower
a mildewed towel
her last drop of whiskey
pouring into her mouth

and i go ahead and ask
"is this what we get?"
a simple nod, a lit cigarette
lay it down, i'm out the door
askin myself, what i came here for
one last regret

chow chow hut would love where this thread ended up