We must stand our ground and do the right things. “The whore bath”


(Right or wrong decisions. We must learn to live with them)

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The whore bath

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Sometime we must think and make wise decisions.

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The whore bath

Large shining teeth.
Telling me the way to heaven.

I will find my way to paradise by the gift to his christian cause.
His teeth seem to shine brighter.

His mumbling of a thousand words.
Leave me feeling dirty.

I get a damp cloth and wipe away the words of a greedy man.

The captain tells me.
” I own you. ”

“You do what I say.
Even  to death.
I’m in-charge.”

I try to wander away.
But he keeps speaking.

I feel dirty and go to the latrine.
I get a damp cloth.

Another whore bath in a life where the words are eating away at my soul.

I sit in a classroom.
The instructor asked me?

If I was ordered to kill.
Would I?

I tell him I would kill him first.
But my words become weaker with each second the instructor speaks.

He shower me with his blood song and I began to understand.

The sweat pours down my face and I go to the bathroom.

One more whore bath for a man drowning in useless words.
Forced to accept for a few pennies.

Beliefs only a mercenary could believe.

Maybe if I was a high paid whore.

I could live with the things I must do.

But nothing as bad as a cheap whore.

Coyote