Hotel UtopiaA Poem by Lewis Davis-NormanThis one is a bit odd and satirical, but I really like it. Let me know what you think!
Welcome to Utopia, please take off your shoes The sod of impure soil mustn't stain our floors Your possessions? They’re having another final check. Have a shower; your rotten skin will taint the air. I hope you enjoy your stay; we have the finest room for you Top floor, at the back, beautiful brick-wall view Bed so comfortable the vermin relish in it Writhing their unctuous bodies in the silky spreads If you would forgive us, the shower is antiquated It chokes on sewage and spits shards of limescale But I suppose that you people are no strangers to filth Do you bathe in grime in your decrepit dwellings? Our culinary splendour is the epitome of its kind But perhaps too rich for your unripe tongue Are your people accustomed to the elegant etiquette Of such a refined gastronomic affair? Oh please don’t mind the guests, they mean no harm They are unaccustomed to people of your background They are unfamiliar with your pungent rustic smell and Find your tones distasteful. They clash with the curtains you see. Please sir, where are you going? Why must you leave? It is rude to walk out on a man who is talking to you My kind would not stoop to such wretched ignorance. Utopia isn't for everyone, only those like me. © 2013 Lewis Davis-NormanReviews
|
StatsRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|