Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

CATULLUS 37



Such a foul bar, with fouler clientele,
to be so near the Twin's shrine! All you dicks
who think you are the only one with pricks
that no one else could ever fuck as well

the women who hang out there. I will make
all of you suck my cock. I'll advertise
what your pub's for. I'll draw dicks of huge size
upon your sign. My wounded heart will break

because she's there and fucks the lot of you,
the girl I love. She takes you all out back
into the alley, and she has no lack
of men who'll wait to fuck her, in a queue.

She's fondest of Ignatius by a mile -
his scruffy beard, his stinking piss-washed smile
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