Guilt wears the mask of an angel child
Vultures dressed in feathers of eagles wild
The priest a prostitute that sells salvation
A teacher for a farthing sells her naked education
We vend our thoughts, our hopes and dreams
Trade houses, yachts and a smile that gleams
Some sell their skill, pieces of ourselves, sweat or time
As a commodity sold on shelves, prostitution's no crime
When it comes to love we all put on a glove dressed in atire fine
Put on our best face, to come in first place, we wine and dine
Men want sex women more complex, money, image and power
To get our fill we all pay the bill, forget romance don't bring a flower
A therapist sells their time, a teacher what she understands
A poet their rhyme, a doctor sells his hands
To get what we want we rely on detente, selling from our personal store
In trade a deal is made, leaving our cloths on the floor
But those that sell their skin and let others taste their body
violate the thin shell of false virtue, a product we call naughty
Each and every one with our own gun, a mercenary and what's more
We all sell ourselves as prostitutes that constitutes every one as a whore
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Online) - Published: November 25th, 2025 03:16
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Good write SB. Yu got any farthings? They could be worth load these days.
Thanks Orchi for the review it is always most appreciated. I gave all my far things away I only have near things now.
Might profound and powerful, we are all whores for something, this one is truly a wake-up call, we live in such a material world, filled with ugliness and hate and something has to make it all better, a reflection of a mirror is a good start. Simply brilliant poetry my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you so much for your review my friend it is always most appreciated. Being a whore is the most capitalistic thing possible and not necessarily bad just very democratic.
Is love really so transactional?
Does everything require a receipt?
At the end of it all,
Life is not so neat.
Perhaps I miss the point?
Thank you so much for the read and comment. No you did not miss the point. As in many things to make a point one must exaggerate a bit and take poetic license so to speak. But at the end of the day cynic that I am I see most all as a comercial enterprise.
Now there’s an inescapable truth.
Thank you my friend for the read and comment. Call me a cynic but everything seems commercial a transaction that we choose to call good will, charity or love. Although I will not deny that such exists it is a rare commodity now days.
It cannot be denied, even in online poetry or is reflected as well. That’s the way the cookie crumbles, I guess. 🙏🏻🕊️
I did not mean to be flippant. My work doesn't hold a candle to yours. I'm just trying to express a concern. I could say more, but I don't think you'd want hear it. I apologize for overstepping.
No please do not take me wrong I cherish your comment and in some ways knew that this piece was going to be controversial when I posted it. That is what I wanted. To me poetry is not all sweet but to taste the full flavor of it, it must be compared to the taste of the bitter and sour. I consider myself a cynic and envy those that can go through life with only castles on clouds and white knights, they remind me of stories read to me as a child. Please do not take that I was offended in any way quite the contrary. And as for your poems they are wonderful never compare yours to anyone else's it is like comparing Whitman to Dickens.
Woah you wrote of love too, nice to read of a different perspective.
I thought only women were prostitutes, but priests are males so am wondering.
I would think they are more molesters if i recall a news video from Europe..
And gah what's naked education??
Fantastic poem, awesomely rhymed wow! Kudos!
Thank you for your read and comment it is most appreciated. I take a broader view of prostitution, it need not involve sex the selling of any services of wares is prostitution to me.
Without a shade of hesitation I hit the fave. This a mirror where our hypocrisy reflects in all its glory. A fantastic work. Please give us more.
Thank you rebellion I appreciate your review and comment it is most valuable to me
My friend… the metaphors cut deep… the priest, the teacher, the poet, the doctor… you weave a full reckoning with what it means to live in a world built on exchange. It’s bold and unsparing. Love this piece tons! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much my friend for the read and support. Your understanding is most appreciated Tristan
You are most welcome, Soren!
True words in our modern day society soren but there are still many who treat others with respect and true love in our world.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy. This piece not so much one to take respect away from anyone but simply to put all on the same level. I appreciate your read and comment my friend
These words are very well said. No one could have said it better. I've noticed people try to point the finger not looking at there own selves 1st. No one should be casting the first stone...NO ONE.
Thank you so much for your read and understanding words they are most important to me and greatly appreciated
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