To sell the body is seen a sin
when the skin is currency
while the buyers flock around
with payment held close at hand
once the exchange has occurred
away realms of chastity
the supplicants deign to condemn
the very source of ecstasy
to decry the pleasures gained
saves the face of holy men
when due fairness is applied
between the partners of the act
their honor clutched is a sham
like the masks devoutly worn
when the imp comes to call
evoking lust in high and low
the urge is fed for a time
few may last when it returns
ask yourself why dogmas lie
when suggesting otherwise
to sell the body is a boon
stooping low to holy plans
only asking for respect
while others wear their saintliness.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190201.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
To sell the body is seen a sin
when the skin is currency
while the buyers flock around
with payment held close at hand
once the exchange has occurred
away realms of chastity
the supplicants deign to condemn
the very source of ecstasy
to decry the pleasures gained
saves the face of holy men
when due fairness is applied
between the partners of the act
their honor clutched is a sham
like the masks devoutly worn
when the imp comes to call
evoking lust in high and low
the urge is fed for a time
few may last when it returns
ask yourself why dogmas lie
when suggesting otherwise
to sell the body is a boon
stooping low to holy plans
only asking for respect
while others wear their saintliness.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190201.
The poem “To Sell the Body” was inspired by a Tumblr article about how mining “takes advantages” of its workers' bodies as much as the *** trade does. The resulting work deviated from this source material.
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