The whore bath…

The whore bath

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world.

The whore bath….

 Large shining teeth, an large man with loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my way to paradise by the gift to his Christian cause.  His teeth seem to shine brighter and smile larger. His mumbling of a thousand words. Leave me feeling dirty and 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