Preacher Pimp Imposter Scholar Agnostic Atheist Callin’ on God

 

A poet met a pimp who claimed he was a preacher

A teacher of sorts kinda sort of but not really

He courted her with strings, material things

White Zinfandel, African violets

And trivial trinkets.

 

They graduated from the University

The streets of hard knocks and poverty

She quoted scriptures while he noted nothing

Callin’ on God in unison a muted tone

Static in his phone he spoke of fairytales

Sold fruit cocktail for personal gain

Changed his name to pursue fame

The poet was perplexed and amused

Intrigued by the diabolical philosophy

She wrote in prose what was unspoken

She listened and heard what was broken

She prayed in silence for a preacher pimp

Imposter scholar agnostic atheist callin’

For a savior.

 

His behavior was complex

His heart almost clean

His mind not quite renewed

An eagle with a pigeon’s position

His tongue spoke deceit

His soul missing a spirit receipt

Incomplete.

 

Captivated by his light although dim

The poet found a friend in him

Although he slay her a thousand times

She penned this poem with rhyme and reason

Because for every fool there is a season

 

Never judge a pimp by his collar

Never assume a poet to be a scholar.