After Catallus
As God is my witness, where is the
distinction between Aemelius’ arse &
mouth? The filthy talk of one equals the
other’s shit-making. Of course, his arse
is no doubt the cleaner & nicer of the
two; when he opens his lips, I just hear a
mule’s rhetoric hee hawing like a hag witch
without any teeth left from chewing on rude
meat. To think that this man has sex. In fact,
he has always fancied himself a lothario. I have it
on good counsel that he has stolen into certain
conjugal beds. But whatever woman has handled this
Donkey Man’s appendage is just as capable of rimming a bald
executioner with gangrene.