The courtyard wielded a courtesan
waiting for master
with wide eyes
as doe-beauties
whispering maids
quizzical guards
butlers uneven
and a governess too ashamed
the gentleman is gone
come back another day
you are mistaken
his office is of heaven
no worldly lust
can earth him
he is man
in image good
your goods do not seduce
your looks are not maiden fair
nor breathed in of
a high stock
his mistress-wife with children will opt
to throw you out
you heathen wretch
of creation
your lies are thy home
this chastisement
payment of the due
courtesan smiles
all offices wield gates
all lies polished
a mask of all honesties paraded
courtesan smiles
he knows me as an Ursula
he gets up to go
other dues to collect
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