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That Strange Religion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Why is it immoral to to be paid for an act that is perfectly legal if done for free?” Gloria Allred

That Strange Religion

"Hey
waddya lookin at mate?"
she snarled across the asphalt.

Oblivious
I realised the endearment
was for me.

She
at a distance,
fifties,
fishnets,
high, so high heels,
a belt for a skirt,
her lips as proud as
her pushup.

I
looked at the church door 
as I passed by,
an epiphany,
I shouted back
without judgement,
"O, just one of God's children."

She
grunted and ushered
her client into his car.
Her congregation,
his communion,
that strange religion.


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