AT HOME WITH THE HOMELESS

(A Gentle View)

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel.  We know your biggest fear; that when you get evicted, you're gonna end up here.

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel.  The last stop for the helpless and homeless, the weak and the weary.  Leave your dignity at the door, there's no need anymore.

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel, where the hallways smell like bare feet and beer farts, strong enough to make an onion weep. 

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel, where the dead and the dying are buried without a prayer.  Where pastime becomes passion and emotional brutality the fashion.  Where residents are hesitant to care any more or drink any less.

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel, where we stay in shape by running in place and running out of time.  Where we amuse ourselves by abusing ourselves and living in our dreams.  But the dreams are dying, and the nightmares are coming and common, and still we sleep.

     Welcome to the Orford Hotel. . .