Words and Verse
Catullus XVI (dirty)
I'll bend you over, and I'll fúck your faces,
You, facial Furus and you, anal Aurelius
For thinking me a lewd man for my writing
Which is, in fact, quite sensual and slútty.
A pious poet needs his chastity,
Who said his verses can't be naughty though?
My verses need some charm, and should be witty,
And so they must be sensual and slútty
And séxy- so they're able to arouse,
Not boys, but hairy men who just can't raise
Their listless, lifeless dícks up from the dead.
Because you've read of kisses by the thousand,
You think me unmanly? Less of what I'm made of?
I'll bend you over, and I'll fúck your faces
***
pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi.
qui me ex uersiculis meis putastis
quod sunt molliculi parum pudicum.
nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum. uersiculos nihil necesse est.
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem.
si sint molliculi ac parum pudici.
et quod pruriat incitare possint.
non dico pueris sed his pilosos
qui duros nequeunt mouere lumbos.
uos quod milia multa basiorum
legistis male me marem putatis.
pedicabo ego uos et irrumabo!
You, facial Furus and you, anal Aurelius
For thinking me a lewd man for my writing
Which is, in fact, quite sensual and slútty.
A pious poet needs his chastity,
Who said his verses can't be naughty though?
My verses need some charm, and should be witty,
And so they must be sensual and slútty
And séxy- so they're able to arouse,
Not boys, but hairy men who just can't raise
Their listless, lifeless dícks up from the dead.
Because you've read of kisses by the thousand,
You think me unmanly? Less of what I'm made of?
I'll bend you over, and I'll fúck your faces
***
pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi.
qui me ex uersiculis meis putastis
quod sunt molliculi parum pudicum.
nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum. uersiculos nihil necesse est.
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem.
si sint molliculi ac parum pudici.
et quod pruriat incitare possint.
non dico pueris sed his pilosos
qui duros nequeunt mouere lumbos.
uos quod milia multa basiorum
legistis male me marem putatis.
pedicabo ego uos et irrumabo!
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Catullus XVI (dirty)
Catullus XVI (dirty)
