Prostitutes
Stopping by a 24-hour Bible-reading marathon,
I had to leave when the verses from Proverbs
begain railing against prostitutes.
I like prostitutes. I am one-a math teacher.
Do not judge us. Not everyone can control the
course of their lives. Some become desperate.
Who knows, one evening you might see a poor,
bald math teacher by the boulevard in high boots
and a short skirt trying to earn a decent living.
This poem was written/submitted by Robert M Wilson.
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