Occupy Poetry


BY Joshua W. Davis

I am a concubine for my Lord
and poor prostitute,
never demanding my wages,
taking sweet words
as payment.

And when that pimp,
the World,
comes looking after me
my hands are empty,
my pockets barren.

And yes, I will be beaten,
each lash sweet
with the memory of my Lord's


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