The Welcome House Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Tuesday, May 1,6: 48 PM.


In withheld suspense in deepening night

the welcome house waits for your delight

The tinkling crystal chandeliers light up the dusty old place

And the dirt and grime

from years upon years of time

Who wants to leave?

Why should looks deceive?

Stay and join us

for a life debauchery, and silken sheets

Where you don’t have to work to make ends meet

Are we require is your company, and a comfortable seat.

Relax and enjoy

The ghost of the waiters, and butlers, bell boys wait on your command

Like Lucifer to the hordes and the lost souls of the dammned...