CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

                    A Witness of Jehovah cuts my hair
                    Someone you might see going door to door
                    With pamphlets and a message she would share,
                    A visitor most householders deplore.

                   Now you would think a captive audience
                   Like me would get an earful of her spiel,
                   Against which I would have no good defense
                   Though finding in its doctrine no appeal.

                   Not so, however—she is  too polite
                   To take advantage of a customer;
                   Instead we chat of only that which might
                   Amuse or bring insight as we confer.

                        A lesson, nonetheless, I’ve learned from this
                        Is how a stereotype can be amiss.

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