The whore bath and a great WW1 song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. 
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
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