A Whore As A Wife Poem by Adams King

There are many hypocritical shapes
And forms a man do take
In the quest to claim he's a saint

Who preach what he never practiced
On the pulpit of pretence
Pious presenting himself to the people

Men made of mud and sticky filth
Unclean yet claimed to be clean
I'm their righteous religious looking apparel

How sarcastic we all seek an angel
A better and beautiful bride
A soulmate from heaven to make a partner

Who seek for a wife in the church
Yet visits the harlots temple
With money to purchase her sweet apples

Who seek for a wife well clothed in the mosque
Yet find pleasure in lustfully gazing
At another woman's exposed heaven

What the heart loves and crave for
The tongue should never condemn
All in the name of being holyin the face of men

Never marry a woman who is no virgin
A foolish fool once said to a congregation of fools
That will father fools to father future fools

Yet last night your serpent visited Eden
And your broke the hard coconut
Of another man's future wifeto be

Why must man borrow the face of an angel
And the things of beings in heaven?
Or have they forgottenthe earth is no paradise

Why look for Maryin the pit of hell?
Looking for a perfect bride
Is like seeking for fish in a hot desert

Time could change a devil into an angel
Time could make a fool become wiser
Yet time cannot change man from being man

To speak sour of that they find to be sweet
To talk dirty of that they find to be clean
To mock a whore yet crave for her kiss

What need then is of the last trumpet?
When men have already judge each other
Finding faults in their own brothers

I'm no hypocrite, neither a scribe nor pharisee
I'm no man of respectable moral nor dignity
Why then should I forbid a whore as a wife?