Someday they’ll learn to levy tax on love.
At least fifteen percent, but likely more.
Say thirty-five percent. With guarantors
in case we can’t pay up. Of course the gov
would want its due. There’s never quite enough
of anything. For years they thought that war
could be the country’s answer, how it pours
in money, power, makes the people tough.
And then there’s love. In fact they’ll wonder why
it took them centuries to think of it.
For unlike currency, there is no end
to love. It’s infinite. So they’ll apply
a love tax, hug tax, wooing tax. Remit
away, my friend. Preserve the country: Spend.
Petrarch would be proud!
Thanks! So rewarding that you found the sonnet in there …
On 3/4/14, 8:09 AM, “comment-reply@wordpress.com” wrote:
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The sonnet couldn’t be missed, and that it’s about love is so right for the form.
As for the gov, I don’t trust it. I can imagine the revision on the motto: In Love We Trust. Or the old slogan, Make money, not war. People are bound to get confused:>)