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**********

Giving joy, getting joy, never coy,

Often pretty, always called a toy,

She sells all that there is to deploy.

 

And there is she who is demure;

A teacher whose job is secure.

Some say that all teachers are pure.

 

And there is he who is a professor;

He is his father’s successor;

Just like his father’s predecessor.

 

The first one we call a *****

She prostitutes her body more and more;

But the other ones we adore.

 

The professor prostitutes his knowledge.

He also sells his precious time.

And the teacher too makes the same pledge;

Especially while she is in her prime.

 

We all ********** something every day;

Yet only the first one’s a ********** yay!

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Written by
hossein-mohammadzade
28 / M
Published
Aug 1, 2016
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18·118
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Hossein Mohammadzade

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#censorship#academic#community#illusion#capitalism#prostitution#culture#disillusionment#demystification#traditional
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