One Really Bad Day

In a snitty motel that wreaks of fiss, Where nomadic roaches go floor to floor, Cracked out faces that sometimes hiss, Hang out beyond the peeling door, Roaming the halls there is a banshee, A she beast from the pits of hell, There's a madness in her eyes you see, Wide and angry like the devils who fell, She screams and rants making her threats, Not knowing I do not fear death, She's a coward you know in the way she frets, I'll maintain a calm steady breath, I mind my own business, As I wish she would do, She'll swing and she'll miss, And that is my cue, To move as is proper, To such an aggressive advance, If I'm fast I can stop her, I must remember the stance, For it does seem inevitable, Despite peaceful strides, This woman's unstable, Mad I refused to take sides, So she thinks she has a right to my life, Sooner or later she'll make her play, I've faced worse than her in strife, If she doesn't back off I'll give her one really bad day.