A place too dirty, damp and dank...

Here is a poem I wrote a few years back to memorialize a very poorly managed and seedy local laundromat I was forced to frequent:

A place too dirty damp and dank
For people of high moral rank

A place like a dirty restroom stall,
A place where moths and roaches crawl,

A place lit by fluorescent light-
A place that prompts instinctive flight

It’s filth belies its purpose fair:
To keep unspotted what you wear

The shiny neon lights don’t hide
The fact that they have little pride, who

Own this pit, this den, this cave
Which would disgrace the foulest knave

Who dared to set his feet beyond
The door, of this slough of despond

Alas I must now end this rhyme
To complete it would take too much time

But before I depart I beg of thee
That someone would destroy the key

That opens the door to this cursed place
This blight upon the human race

This shack which does disgrace the name
Of Laundromat- and brings it shame

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