Suburbs have borders and it straddles one
where posh meets not quite classy. I have fun
there anyway; and loved the place last week
when I'd an awful cough, a stomach flu
I'd been out dining and perhaps the food
or wine upset me. Or perhaps it could
have been - since the wrong book can poison you -
that I read Sestianus' speech. It's rough
against his enemies. My chest gets tight.
I choke and cough and puke half of the night
when I go there, and have to read his stuff.
I'd rather get my health back here at home
than be made ill by prose and wine in Rome.