Tell me You own me,
My parts all inclusive:
Body, soul, pride, and my lust.

The wreck-happy given,
The floor lackey driven.
So quickly enveloped in trust.

Intelligence owing,
To each respect growing.
The wit savors no signs of rust.

This demon has proven,
    Why angels set grooves in,
                 What we don't suspect,
                        
                                                                ­  well,
                                                                                 we must.