This is a loose one, but I am preoccupied with domestic matters at present...
The cottage you have outside town
is of such rustic dwellings the crown
O Furius you'll find
you don't need an ill wind
It's the mortgage will blow your house down.
You're off with Piso's legion, what a crew!,
your empty knapsacks ready for some loot.
My dear Veranus and Fabellus, shoot
the shit, what's up? I'm pretty sure that you
aren't any better off for all your toil,
bad food, worse drink. All your accounts will show
is on the debit side. How do I know?
My dear commander, Memmius, without oil
to smooth things, fucked me in the mouth and arse
for months, yet somehow it was me who laid
out cash without return. He never paid.
Piso's the same. Without a better class
Of boss, the gods will load you with disgrace,
You sorry dregs of the proud Roman race!