(in the movie:
“Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows”)   

The girl stares down a biker with a knife.
And chucking habits, nuns could bank upon
to smugly separate themselves from life,
she lets her gumption overpower brawn.
For even though he’s well-armed for a fight,
we never doubt it mitigates the fear
he has of doing more than sitting tight,
in the event her pluck will persevere.
It seems, as she implies, his biker clothes
do more than her black habit, to sustain
the substance that’s behind his steadfast pose.
A half-clad strumpet scarcely would constrain
the brash intentions of this macho male
with more allure than she does in a veil.

-- Frank De Canio