Sonnet III             why do you still want me when i say no?i am too young for your dull and old soul.at thirty, i have a long way to go,your fine daughter is not even my goal.you keep me as your lover and your toy,but then pretend that this is my best choice.your sagging breasts are not at all my joy,and heaven, those loose thighs, o, your loud voice.now i will leave you, for life is so short,as i'll no more cringe at your proud dollars.flipping burgers is a much better sport,and i enjoy by roadsides rose colors.do not be tricked by sweet talk and money,earn your living, you will get your honey.