In The Bars Poem by gershon hepner

In the bars the women dance
for hours as they all reveal
bare legs and midriffs that entrance
the men who find these parts appealing,
while shoulders are uncovered and
the bosoms show a daring cleavage
explaining why they're in demand
to men who have the Adam-Eve-itch.
In Lebanon these antics shock
imams. 'Don't push the belly buttons, '
these men declare to every jock
who try to steal like Willie Suttons
the hidden treasures of the girls
who take men's minds away from Allah,
who likes them too, and rarely hurls
his bolts in such a girlie gala.
I think he's far more liberated
that most imams, and rabbis, even,
and preachers who have long debated
what sort of God we should believe in.