Sinner / Saint - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Suppose you wed the whore -
you'd never be sure
she wouldn't regress to her old habit
and resort to fornicating like a rabbit!
However, if you wed the saint
it's not likely she'd falter and faint
and neglect her man for gain -
she'd always perform her duty despite the pain!
Life is short and we have just years
to achieve our ends with our dears!
It all depends on one's goals -
perhaps a single life under bare poles!
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