It's Complicated Poem by Mitch Boyoposs

There are prostitutes
and there are people
much better than that.

Listen-up as ole Doc
extols the virtue of the test,
not bothering with the pesky detail
of who might own the machine.

The working man's spirit oozes out
with each year's hated toil.
His soul drags
beneath a bargain-bar,
set too low.

Can the Pastor get an 'amen'
that surely the good Lord
wants you to dig deeper-
till it hurts even?

There are prostitutes
and there are people
much better than that,

people who live
by a simpler proposition:

they just have sex for money,
with people they do not know.