Planned Parenthood

She would greet you with a smile,
But knowing the facts,
It was more a devout grin
With a hint of hallelujah.
No statutory rape set-ups.
No conniving racist requests.
Just the first face you’d see
Walking through the door,
Extending her Christian welcome
Along with clipboard, pen, and paperwork.
Her instructions were spot on.
Her filing was top notch.
She dotted her i’s, crossed her t’s.
Nobody would have thought the wiser
Until an investigative report spilled
The rise in local pregnancies.
A spike with three commonalities—
A prior visit to the clinic,
A large countertop jar
Of holey prophylactics,
And her.
Some say the devil made her do it.
We know otherwise.