He of filth and sloth, remanded
Balding, mangy, underhanded
Leering at the women in the Capitol Hotel.

One of ill-repute, demanding
No perverted whim, withstanding
Staring back at Garrett in the Capitol Hotel.

Smiled, he, with tartar caking
Itching scabby scalp, all flaking
Nearing this new prospect in the Capitol Hotel.

Leading him, her four lips sagging
Up the steps, his feet both dragging
Wearing out his evening in the Capitol Hotel.

Upon a bed all stained and stinking
Regretful acts induced by drinking
With an unclean woman in the Capitol Hotel.

Beneath the sheets, soaked and dingy
Drunk, confused his fingers stingy
Refused to pay for pleasure in the Capitol Hotel.

Out there flashed a razor shiny
Silent cuts, he tumbled whining
From the angry hooker in the Capitol Hotel.

In the hall, contorted, bleeding
Recalled, he, a warning, heeding
THERE ARE NO HAPPY ENDINGS IN THE CAPITOL HOTEL!