Who is Without

Laurence Overmire

The woman was indeed a whore 
As they say, in popular jargon 
But she had kids to feed, no husband 
In a time when women weren’t allowed 
To take a job. 
Yes, she’d slept with half the men in town 
Who, incidentally 
Were present at the scene 
The stones gripped firmly in their hands 
Incensed, this wretched slut 
Dare remind them 
Of their faults. 

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