JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
-I killed the bellyboy?
-Bellyboy? Thats the bellboy!
-Oops.
Victoria
The bell rang. Who could be at this hour? Maybe the bellboy bringing news?
I opened the door. A young guy took off his hat.
-Good morning sir.
I didn´t say a word.
He entered the apartment.
-You were right. You couldn´t trust me.
Victoria
Nobody noticed him,
As the doors opened seemingly by themselves.
This pale excuse of a ghost remained loyal to the hotel that made him pay for his uniform,
And his stupid hat,
That made him a monkey,
Which he would never use again.
what is a bellyboy
here is my story
JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
-I killed the bellyboy?
-Bellyboy? Thats the bellboy!
-Oops.
The bell rang. Who could be at this hour? Maybe the bellboy bringing news?
I opened the door. A young guy took off his hat.
-Good morning sir.
I didn´t say a word.
He entered the apartment.
-You were right. You couldn´t trust me.
Nobody noticed him,
As the doors opened seemingly by themselves.
This pale excuse of a ghost remained loyal to the hotel that made him pay for his uniform,
And his stupid hat,
That made him a monkey,
Which he would never use again.
Still he waited for a smile,
Which never came.
People are too busy.