- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sonnet Eight
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Wise men will often say that the possession
will soon come to possess its own possessor,
greater possessions more, and less the lesser:
they deem this folly. Let this be your lesson:
my filthy little whore is the possession
than which all else that I have must be lesser
and thus more than all else she’s my possessor—
hence an equality. And from this lesson,
let nothing else be call’d your priz’d possession
except whatever is of such import
that you would serve it ’till your life’s cessation.
Prize not each silver goblet in your hoard,
but rather, as I love my little whore,
prize your beloved. Here endeth the lesson.
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