Please don’t Judge Me, It's my Job! and I like it.

[Molly Robinson]

I can make a sad man Happy

I can make a selfish man Generous

I can turn an arrogant man Humble

I can make a lonely man Smile

I can influence a powerful man to give up control

I can make an honest man Lie

I can make a faithful husband cheat

I can make a Holy man Sin

I am the commodity of lust traded and given value to by the hour

I am a soft hand wrapped around the conscience of a 32 year old man in a wheelchair
Because he wants…
He wants to feel normal
He wants to forget just once that God delivered him a body not equal to his mind
So he wants…
He wants to feel the touch of a woman for the first time even if it means
Paying for it.

I am a warm embrace to the 76 year old who just found out
After 20 years of absolutely no intimacy with the woman he loves so much
Not as much as a soft kiss on the lips
He could order the touch of a woman online to be delivered to his door
Quicker then pizza and much more satisfying.

I am the fuel of confidence to an arrogant Bay St prick
Who struts around his office all day strolling for fresh meat
Always boasting the size of his own assets
Though he sheepishly asks me
“You’re a professional,
Do you think my earrings are on par with that of my counterparts?”

Of course! I smile in a reassuring way when I lie and tell him
his 4.5% capital growth is well above the going rate

I am a thorn in the side of the righteous political right feminist
Who fights for woman’s rights, protesting against all that is XY
Teaching young woman their body is their own
Yet condemn me for commercializing and marketing my wares
To the highest bidder
For me giving it away for free just doesn’t seem quite right.

I am invisible to every housewife,
who believe in their husbands fidelity.
Ignoring the stats that as many as 60% of married Americans
have had an extra marital fling.
They will continue to believe monogamy really does exist
Because You know? Their marriages are the exception to the rule.
It’s lunchtime do you know where your husband is?

I should not be an idol for teenage girls
Aspiring to be a Hos!
When you have a penchant for Prada, Fendi, Dolce and Gabana
50 cent claims it’s easier to dance for your dollars
cuz ya gotta be a playa to roll with the P.I.M.P.’s
“Can’t turn a Hoe into a housewife
Cuz hoes on the crack pipe”
WTF…. I don’t do drugs


Hooker, Escort, Prostitute it’s just a title.

I am a Woman
I am a Friend
I am a Mother
I am a Wife
I am a Daughter
I might even be your Neighbor

Please don’t Judge Me its just a Job.

I am thinking of preforming this at a spoken word poetry slam....what do you think?

 

[Viggo Rasmussen]

Shout it loud and proud, slut!

 

[dreamblade]

Indeed! Please let me know where it will be and I will come applaud you.

 

[WhaWhaWha]

Please don’t Judge Me its just a Job.

I wonder, can you write an equally valiant proclamation for Lawyers?

 

[Theo]

Damn, that was good.

 

[GotGusto]

Aww, you're so kind. You'll cuddle a man in a wheelchair for $350/hr.

 

[bucky88]

Amazing Molly! There is truth in every line.

B88

 

[Harley]

I like it. Sounds like it is straight from the heart. I am somewhere in that poem.

Harley

 

[Molly Robinson]

Aww, you're so kind. You'll cuddle a man in a wheelchair for $350/hr.

No! actually I give them a deal.

 

[WhaWhaWha]

Aww, you're so kind. You'll cuddle a man in a wheelchair for $350/hr.

No! actually I give them a deal.

Mom? It's me. Yeah fine. Kids too. Look sorry to interrupt but it's important. Can I borrow your wheelchair? No no it's nothing serious, just for a day or two...

 

[Questor]

I wonder, can you write an equally valiant proclamation for Lawyers?

There are limits to what can be done with the English language.

He could order the touch of a woman online to be delivered to his door
Quicker then pizza and much more satisfying.


I am thinking of preforming this at a spoken word poetry slam....what do you think?

Beautifully written Molly. And all true, except the pizza line. There's no way you can get an outcall as fast as a pizza. Not unless you live next door to her.

 

[Don Draper]

Please don’t Judge Me its just a Job.

I am thinking of performing this at a spoken word poetry slam....what do you think?

I found the whole read to be an interesting one. I have a great deal of respect and admiration for poetry.

The only thing I found confusing was your title: 'Please don't judge me it's just a job'.

Because it seems to me, from your narrative content, that your 'raison d'etre' is that the service and consideration you provide is MORE than just job.

It seems that you are making a true Declaration. Your personal Mission Statement.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. I just found that your content and your title are polarized.

 

[Hurricane Hank]

Another nice ad I thought......

 

[buttercup]

As a life statement, it rates right up there with Lou Gehrig's farewell speech. Yes, you absolutely must perform it at a spoken word poetry slam (whatever that is). How privileged we are that you tried it out on us first!

But please change the title. Maybe, Did you give as much pleasure as me, today?

"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about a bad break I got. Yet today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I have been to ballparks for seventeen years and I have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans. Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn’t consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure I’m lucky. Who wouldn’t have considered it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball’s greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm lucky. When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat and vice versa, sends you a gift, that’s something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in the white coats remember you with trophies, that’s something. When you have a father and mother who work all their lives so that you can have an education and build your body, it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed, that's the finest I know. So I close by saying that I might have been given a bad break, but I've got an an awful lot to live for. Thank you."

 

[djk]

Aww, you're so kind. You'll cuddle a man in a wheelchair for $350/hr.

You read my mind.

 

[HOF]

You read my mind.

She said that she'd give him a discount 325hr.

 

[PolrBear]

Well written Molly. I would love to see it delivered.

 

[jwmorrice]

Mom? It's me. Yeah fine. Kids too. Look sorry to interrupt but it's important. Can I borrow your wheelchair? No no it's nothing serious, just for a day or two...

And after the session, you could do a Dr. Strangelove bit: "Meine Führerin, I can walk!"

jwm

 

[Molly Robinson]

There are limits to what can be done with the English language.


Beautifully written Molly. And all true, except the pizza line. There's no way you can get an outcall as fast as a pizza. Not unless you live next door to her.

haha but I did live in the same buding as my client. I stared giving him directions and he started laughing. He told me not to worry we were in the same buding. So yes! it can be faster then pizza.

 

[Molly Robinson]

You read my mind.

Listen in my personal life I dated a man in a wheelchair and like others he was discriminated against. He to used hookers to get his needs fufilled. I am just stating there are many sexual people out there that want sex and sometimes paying for it is how they get it.

At the end of the day I am still a hooker. I get paid for this service. However if you can't come to me and you have a physical disability, I Will make exceptions to my rules to accomidate the best way I can.

One of my best clients, who I wrote the above verse about is a brilliant man but his body and mind just don't match.
He has a good job and he can afford the hobby. He will admit himself girls are not falling at his feet. Over the years we have become friends and yes I do go out with him off the clock for dinner or drinks. However I am a still a hooker and sex is still the service I sell.