The whore bath. Listen, think and speak.

The whore bath

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 Sometimes we must think and make wise decisions. 

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 your 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