There's no need to decide; since ancient times
one was the other & the other was both
& a ***** to boot as priestess of the temple
bestowing luck on generous devotees;
bring yer shekels & get in line
she's hands out blessings like blow-jobs
teaching sacred songs; if u want more
u'd better get rich soon; a wish fulfilled
once outside the temple columns
riches will befall u like the Polish proverb;
after stepping in **** u'll meet a dumb blond
who will make time shudder to a stop
like a busted traffic light &
u'll cross to the future in a miraculous;
device, ur flesh & blood body

ur waifish bride to be waiting
at the chapel alter to hear u utter
the magic words taught by the sacred *****
to all who stoop at her sandal
feet & wait for the next girl to be free
& turned into a fishwife; truth is truth
& life is dear; coming together
in the desire for wealth; greedy
for each other's flesh; devouring
one's mate has no greater depth than the
**** they turn into when they exit
the rear drunk & disheveled itching to ball,
looking for trouble in weird bearded faces;
goddess or stripper, Furies or Graces;
all take their places beneath the lamp-pole's
light ready to ascend the tip of the night;
the least modest one of them all
walking a tightrope bar-assed & backwards
a miraculous sight; give her ur gold
& get u her to alight on ur lap like
the sifting sea; check ur pockets before u go
b/c she will have ****** u of everything;
beautiful succubus; are u goddess
or stripper; u needn't be neither or either
to undo strange men's buttons & zippers