Piss on his committees, cohorts in inanities
apt as sarcasm & as expeditious,
Verani was too optomistic my Fabulle,
who put the geritol in his rum? satisfied? me ?! with such
vapid frigid rascals and too listless women?
Damn him as well in tableaus patterned at Lucelli's
expense, dumb monkey, who sucks the mothers'
pretties for refreshment and yells 'Oh -
oh mommy, give me that godly supper -
to taste the trickle in my lips makes you my master'
(said with big eyes, parents being first
cause (such minor nihilistic truths
are farts)). The prick's a noble friend!
the voices of men milking gods with
their teeth are as appropriate as Romulus's remarks.