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STIRRING UP THE BOTTOM
We have started a poetry revival in historic Shockoe bottom and shall continue to stir it here on the 
World Wide Web.

 


Hotel in the Sky
 
 


Thereís no rest upon this planet

We walk a rocky road

And stumbling at the cross roads

Donít know which way to go

If youíre lonely on your journey

And have a heavy load

Your travail is no longer

Thereís a place where you can go 
 

The neon sign is flashing

The doorwayís made of gold

So come into the foyer and

save your aching soul!

The beds all have vibrators

The sheets are starched and clean

Thereís a complimentary

bottle of shampoo and Listerine

Youíll never lift a finger

You wonít have to do a thing 
 

Get along home children, children

To Hotel Gloryland

Get along home children,

To the hotel in the sky

Get along home children,

You donít have to ask

Get along home

To the hotel thatís the best 
 

Come into the dinning hall

Come and take your seat

The table legs are bending,

Thereís more than you can eat!

There is a gourmet head chef,

10 cooks and well-heeled staff

And when youíre done imbibing,

They tell jokes to make you laugh 
 

When itís late and time for bed

Lay down to take your rest

Youíll want to sleep forever

In your celestial cloud-lined nest

Just close your eyes and slumber

And way down deep you slide

Donít worry about the checkout

Just charge it when you die 
 

Get along home children, children

Come on and get your fill

At the Hotel Gloryland

Never worry Ďbout the bill

Get along home children,

Come rest, get off the road

When you checkout from the Gloryland

Just charge it when you go 


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