The Younger Brother of Miss. Covet
I make Her sing, I make Her dance,
Dance ball and ballet with high feet,
I make Her sell the elegance of Her being,
I make Her allow others touch,
Her soft sacred treasure,
I make Her allow others mix
Impurity into pure chaste existence,
Play with Her like a toy,
I make Her do the whole thing,
Hateful and disgusting,
For I am Mr. Gold,
The younger brother of Miss. Covet.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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